— my uncle left this comment on his friend’s Facebook status, a white British man who was bragging about how easy it is to be a native English speaker when trekking to different nations. (via maarnayeri)
(via subtlemag)
Jaded is a middle school/high school word. I am not jaded. Not even when it’s finally sunk in how there’s culture has bastardized humane responses to rape; not even when the All-American-Dream is has a disclaimer, For whites only. Jaded is a world weary term for those yearning hopefully to find happiness in the world that exists as is. As is with wool and lies over their eyes. But I’m not jaded.
The world still fascinates me. Quiet, simple serene photographs of places I could be and the people I could be without. And it is the thought of being without that brings me peace. The thought of being outside of this world, of being really in this world. So no, I am not jaded. I am merely, understandably and conclusively disappointed.
warmth of my computer is warmer than any body
field of gold - bronwen lewis. amazing
Featuring vocals by Alys Williams.
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Cynhyrchiad Ifan Dafydd a llais anhygoel Alys Williams. Daw’r trac yma oddi ar y casgliad amlgyfrannog ‘Y Record Las’ fydd allan ar label Recordiau Lliwgar Ebrill 1af 2013.
high hopes
If I were to forget myself tomorrow, I hope the memory loss is so complete that I won’t be able to recognize the years on a person’s body - how it makes their hands feel, not soft but of interrupting ridges; how age is a visible ripple prolonged by time. I hope to never remember origins, to wake up in a place where I won’t recognize the one taking care of me is near death. Whether Death is taking him or if he is to act as a liaison for it, I just pray that there won’t be an inbred voice hissing, “This is not right.”
It’s the only way, I imagine, that even evil can be pure.
Only the gory bits. The dismembered limbs and segments of your body that remain in pieces, totally incomplete. Those are the parts of you that I love, like poloraid photographs shot aimlessly in the dark. Where I see your white nape, like the trunk emerging with leaves as a tree with brown leaves. Your hands, boney, veiled and hard, tapping against the keys of a piano or a wooden floor, make music more lovely than the sound of your voice. The expanse of your arms and the negative space around them controls my focus. I do everything in my power to memorize frozen images of you. To keep the separate, away from being whole.
So there’s this guy across the street who’s got an Impala. He doesn’t drive it anywhere yet though, he just kinda works on it in his garage.
This morning I woke up to him running the engine and I fangirled so hard because it sounds just like Dean’s. Then I walked outside to snap this picture from my porch, and the guy just grinned, asking if I was a Supernatural fan.
I’m considering inviting him over for pie.
my problem with clara as the new companion and steven moffat’s new direction with characters in general.
when the new companion is marked a “special” it ruins the illusion that the doctor’s companion could be anyone. now the show… instead of feeling like i’m joining them for a ride with the wish of that could be me, i feel like i’m just watching two special people go and do special things that i could never do.
also moffat, the trope of reveal mystery in beginning to keep viewers guessing throughout the whole season only works once or sparingly so (like amy and the crack in the wall) because now all we have are snide hints thrown bluntly at us like an eraser at a wall, and voices of writers shouting from the script, pay attention to this it will appear later!!! no subtleness.
| James: | Christal, at our senior staff meeting the other way, the topic of TOMS shoes came up and I was surprised to hear that you did not share my enthusiasm about the shoe company. I thought it would be a great subject for the first "SUBTLE sit-down" for this year. |
| Christal: | I'm not going to lie. I've thought about getting a pair of TOMS once or twice simply because its one of those basic wear shoes, but over the years seeing someone wear TOMS is a bit like seeing someone wear UGGS. They're sorta of jumping on a band wagon. A terrible band wagon. |
| James: | That is interesting. Apart from my dress shoes, TOMS is really all that I wear. Maybe it doesn't feel so bad to me because I wore TOMS before most people that I know. The reason I like it so much is because I feel as though I'm "not just buying another pair of shoes." I feel like I'm doing some kind of good buying these shoes, or at least, I'm not doing any bad. |
| Christal: | Right, the idea of: buying a pair of shoes is also giving a pair of shoes? In my opinion, that's just a clever trap from TOMS by their marketing team. I mean, sure, they aren't sweat shop shoes, but I question the actual amount of good being done by buying a pair of TOMS shoes. |
| James: | Okay. So, how do you question that? |
| Christal: | I'm just wondering if shoes will help any social cause in a third world country. Especially a pair of TOMS shoes. Now I don't own a pair, but I'm wondering how long a slip-on canvas shoe will last for a kid. Also, their website states: "With every pair you purchase, TOMS will give a pair of new shoes to a child in need…" The sentence itself makes the consumer think that this kid needs a pair of TOMS shoes, but what I'm thinking is - a lack of shoes seems to be more of a first world problem. Correction: #firstworldproblem If TOMS really wanted to help out a child, they'd be donating some percentage of the profit they make. Not a pair of shoes from an assembly line, where mass production comes cheaper. |
| James: | Okay, I can accept your argument that shoes might not be the most critical problem a child in a developing country might face. But, I have to ask then, where should the money go instead? I mean, if not a free pair of shoes, then what could a company that does business in a wealthy country do for people in countries not doing so well? |
| Christal: | This might sound self-defeating, but do something like Kickstarter? If TOMS is so set on their shoe-model, why not help the local economy by helping out local shoe-makers or provide jobs? |
| James: | Mm hmm |
| Christal: | Let's say the child is in an area that's not totally disconnected - and let's say that area has a shoe maker. If TOMS comes in with boxes of new shoes (and let's be honest, there's a white savior complex here), what's going to happen to the shoe maker's way of income? What just happened is TOMS took his way of making a living. I'm not saying that has happened but it's something people should be aware of when they think they're doing "good" by a "buy one, give one" model. |
| James: | That's a good point. I think it points to larger issues of a globalized economy and the detrimental impact of trans-national business transactions. Maybe I will think about it more and we can come back to this issue on another one of our SUBTLE sit-down's. |
| Christal: | Yeah, and the larger social issue of how people often try to determine the needs of others with unbalanced standards. |
| James: | That's right. Well, thanks for a cool sit-down with me! |
| Christal: | Sure! |
so you mean to tell me that guys can get a ton of condoms for free
but i’m still paying like $10 for tampons/pads a month
even tho i did not sign the terms and conditions for this ‘menstruation’ shit for the next 30 years?
guys dont HAVE to have sex u know
but sure lets make sure they’ve got everything they need
cus i definitely love using the last of my money on shit to make sure i dont BLEED RIVERS ALL OVER THE PLACE AND RUIN ALL MY CLOTHES
ok
(Source: formerly-serbranflakes, via butttcheeks)
either i have become a true slob or i don’t care about living anymore. just ate raw chicken and went, eh, and kept eating. then my brain decided to interfere and so i re-cooked it, but too late. stomach ache now.
