there are some really pretty girls in this world and then there’s me……
i’m also pretty it’s incredible so many pretty girls
the thing is though everytime a girl compliments me on a dress/skirt with pockets and I declare THANKS IT HAS POCKETS her response completely changes from “oh that’s nice” to “FUCK ME BACKWARDS ARE YOU FOR REAL SHOW ME SHOW ME THE POCKETS”
1. Cut your hair every now and then. Fresh starts are always nicer than you think. Who needs split ends anyways.
2. Pick a song you really like. Listen to that song a lot. And I mean a lot. Dance around your room naked to that song, beat the song lifeless till it annoys the hell out of you. Then pick a new song and go through the same process. We all need to really hear music, we need to understand what the song we are listening to is really about.
3. Paint your toes black, make it as perfect as possible. Then, scratch it off. Remember nothing is permanent.
4. Go on a run with your dog. Try to race him and beat him. Realize you can out run many things. Then go back and pet your dog, realize that some things you need to go back for.
5. Decorate a plain backpack. Glue on sparkles, glitter, diamonds, newspaper and magazine clippings, lace & ribbon, anything else that may fancy you. Remember, you don’t have to be the same person you were a minute ago.
6. Buy some pretty lights and string them up in your room. Turn off all the lights except for one when you go to bed. Remember it isn’t always dark and lonely. Change your perspective.
7. Lay outside one night. Breathe in breathe out. Accept that you are only one person and cannot do everything at one time. You can take your time. The creator of the stars you’re looking up at did not do it all in one day. Pace yourself.
8. Get up every morning and stand in front of the mirror. Naked, fully clothed, backwards, upside down, who cares how, just do it. Observe yourself. Notice the wrinkles under your eyes from laughing a lot. Count your freckles. Admire your ass. Then name 3 things you love about yourself. You need to love yourself." -Tips from Blossite on how to be okay with yourself. (via blossite)
"For men in particular, but increasingly for women, a great deal of our leisure time is spent watching sports. On the weekend and on most evenings we can select from several different sports offerings to keep us occupied. These sports teams are owned by members of the ruling class who buy and sell athletes, many of whom are men of color, to field competitive teams that the rest of us watch, root for, and bet on. The media, advertisers, and team owners make millions of dollars while we sit and watch games that are of little consequence. This means we talk to each other less, and pay less attention to our partners and children. There is nothing wrong with watching professional sports, but for some of us, the time and attention we put into it encroaches on our relationships with family, friends, and community."-
Paul Kivel, You Call This A Democracy?
I just feel that in white America in particular, we use sports as a diversion. Instead of talking about who they are harming and exploiting, we talk about who is going to win. This is driven by a weird competitive nature (that may not be present just in the US, but seems extreme in our culture) and hypernationalism and patriotism. While I think sports are healthy and fun and absolutely great to participate in, huge organizations like the NFL and FIFA have turned organized sports into exploitative capital.
My issues with the world cup come from sitting in the bar I work at and watching people rack up $250 tabs while I think about all the people in poverty who were displaced by the building of the stadium. I hear people chanting “USA, USA” and think about how our extreme patriotism has made us completely desensitized to the suffering of people outside our own culture. We don’t register people from other countries as people, anymore. They’re others.
I think sports (much like consumerism and a lot of media/film/tv) is a ruling-class owned distraction from thinking about that critically.
"NANCY JO. THIS IS ALEXIS NEIERS CALLING. I’M CALLING TO LET YOU KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM IN YOUR STORY. THERE’S MANY THINGS THAT I READ IN HERE THAT WERE FALSE. LIKE YOU SAYING THAT I WORE SIX INCH LOUBOUTIN HEELS WITH MY TWEED SKIRT, WHEN I WORE FOUR INCH LITTLE BROWN BEBE SHOES-"
"EVERY TIME YOU F**KING YELL I HAVE TO RE-RECORD IT!!!!"