the perfectly kind and nice old man who lives in my building got in the elevator with me and commented that he had been furloughed. he looked sad and all i said back was that i was on the corporate side so we were still going but slower than usual? WHY DIDN’T I SAY SOMETHING NORMAL LIKE, I’M SORRY OR I HOPE IT ENDS SOON
“One of the most insightful things I’ve ever read about eating disorders and body esteem in general was a comment on my blog a while ago that I regret being unable to find now. The writer was saying that most people think girls want to be skinny because of Hollywood and Vogue. This girl wanted to be skinny because she wanted to be a protagonist. She didn’t expose herself to mainstream fashion magazines or TV; she was interested in art films and books and indie music. But no matter how alternative the movie, the protagonist was almost always skinny. And wanting to be a protagonist means wanting to be someone, as most people do. Apparently, your story is only worth hearing, you’re only someone, if you’re skinny—it’s like, the blueprint of a human. Once that’s down, you’re allowed to be as interesting and protagonist-y as you want! Apparently. No matter how much people our age have been raised on girl power and believe in yourself and you are beautiful, ignoring the beauty standards of the culture we live in is close to impossible. And as this lady pointed out, these standards and expectations exist outside mainstream culture like reality TV and tabloids; they exist in punk and indie cultures, in “artsy” Tumblr cultures that are all about looking like a fairy, but only if you’re a skinny white girl.”—How to Not Care What Other People Think of You - Rookie (via saezutte)
"Nobody who was secretly a witch-hunter or a wizard prince or a werepanther or a thousand years old or half-demon took special notice of her, either. Which isn’t to say they disliked her. They just didn’t have much in common. She was a regular sixteen-year-old girl, which meant she spent a lot of time at soccer practice and a little bit of time reading manga and the rest of her time listening to music, and they were really more into esoteric magic shit."
“I realized one of my ducklings was in the mouth of a cat that came into the garden, so I chased it and grabbed it back and gave the duckling back to its mother, but then I noticed there are more eggs by the nest being neglected… I could sit on them myself, John, but it’s a bit awkward.”—Source is a British man who just sat next to me at the cafe and continued his conversation with this statement? The real question is how do you catch a cat like that? He looks spry, but not that spry?
Archaeologist Matthew Morris, who clearly has never seen a film where the scientist dies immediately after saying “I’ve never seen anything like this…let’s open it,” made the following statement:
None of us in the team have ever seen a lead coffin within a stone coffin before…We will now need to work out how to open it safely, as we don’t want to damage the contents when we are opening the lid.
An old woman in a grey cloak has hovered near the edge of the dig for the last three weeks, despite repeated attempts to escort her off the premises. “There is no way to open it safely,” she howls over the pounding of the machines. “Put it back. It is not too late. Put it back.”
not freaking out about leaving the states for a month this thursday, nope, not me, not sitting in an easy chair drinking whiskey and obsessively downloading fanmixes instead of packing for vacation or packing for the work trip or planning work tasks or budgeting money or doing laundry or emailing my sister or submitting paperwork to insurance or whatever else i am surely forgetting and will remember tomorrow while putting shirts into suitcases.
nothing i love more on a saturday night than a last-minute request for weekend work. there’s something so light and refreshing about anticipating making binders while sipping coffee on a sunday morning.