Wow, so you took a nice photograph of flowers? That’s original! It takes so much skill to make flowers look nice in a picture. You must be a true photographer.
their friendship.. i can cry.
this was so hard to watch.
Today in microfashion…
“We praise people for being “naturally” smart, too, “naturally” athletic, and etc. But studies continue to show, as they have for some time now, that it is generally healthier to praise schoolchildren for being hardworking, than for being naturally gifted. We know now that to emphasize a child’s inherent ability places pressure on that child to continue to be accidentally talented, which is something that is hard for anyone to control. When the children who are applauded for their natural skills fail, they are shown to take the failure very personally. After all, the process of their success has always seemed mysterious and basic and inseparable from the rest of their identity, so it must be they who are failing as whole people. When students are instead complimented and rewarded for their effort and improvement, they tend to not be so hard on themselves. When they fail, they reason, “Well, I’ll work harder next time.” They learn that they are capable of success, rather than constantly automatically deserving of it, and they learn simultaneously that they are bigger and more complex than their individual successes or failures.”—
Kate of Eat the Damn Cake, The Stupidity of “Natural” Beauty (via theimperfectascent)
I lost whole years of my life to self-loathing and self-sabotaging because I couldn’t sustain being ‘gifted’. Don’t make the same mistake.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.”
READ IT. READ IT ALL.
“I’m a big believer in the saying, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Sometimes people are quick to judge me because of the way I look. Once I start singing the blues, jazz, and soul music, they realize they’re wrong.
I actually made the Top 40 in Season 12 of American Idol, and I became somewhat of an ambassador for the Sikh religion and was able to change people’s perceptions of us. At the end, my goal is to persuade everyone that even though we look different, we are all the same in heart.”
This guy used to live in my neighborhood. We were family friends and he used to perform with his older sister and younger brother all the time at international nights and for Reflections contests in the music composition category. It was nice to hear about him being on Idol, even though I didn’t watch anymore by that point, and it was surprising to see him on my dash today.
“I feel that I’m always there for people, but when it’s my time and I’m in need, no one’s there for me. Everybody’s always coming to me with their relationship problems, home problems, school problems, and how they’re stressed out. I’m always giving the best advice, and when I need it, there’s no one I can go to. I can’t even go to my mom or my dad and tell them I’m sad.”
“Is it only because no one wants to listen to you, or are you also not willing to share your feelings?”
“It’s both. I’m so strong-minded that I can’t go to people and tell them my problems. I don’t want them to think I’m weak. I hold everything inside until I blow up. But even when I open up more, people interrupt me and turn the conversation back to their problems. Sometimes I don’t even want advice. I just want someone to listen.”