I take photos that I like to imagine as good. I create shit that I like to think means something. I haven't figured out what to do with myself yet, so stay tuned, perhaps I can entertain you with the notion of happiness.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This Is Important, You Should Watch It of the Day: To promote his effort to raise production funds for a documentary about anti-gay discrimination, filmmaker Ryan James Yezak released a seven-minute compilation of clips cataloging the conquered battlegrounds of the gay rights movement scattered amidst a war yet to be won.
“I am not a second class citizen,” Yezak says. “You are not a second class citizen. Right now, the laws in place (and lack thereof) say that we are. Let’s change that.”
[rjy.]
This is super powerful.
“L-i-v-i-n.”
(Source: p1neapple-express)
dear sponsored ads on facebook tonight,
i’m perfectly happy with my body, thanks. i like my weight, and i like my boobs, and i like ME.
i’m fed up with constantly being told to feel ashamed for my appearance. it’s pathetic, and it isn’t going to work. cut the crap. i’m sick of these advertisements that try to convince women they are flawed, just so companies can make money off our pain. we aren’t flawed. we are human beings.
fuck you. i’m not taking your shit tonight.
sincerely,
sara
I love this woman. ^
And that’s why I’m writing a research paper over this. Women shouldn’t feel obligated to crash diet to look like the way companies think the “perfect women” should look like. It’s as if these companies don’t care that women starve themselves to fit into their clothes and look like their models. The companies only want your money.
This, my friends, is bullshit.
BE YOU.
Those ads are based off of google searches the user types in. So obviously they (at one point) they were searching about diets and boobs.
I’m not a giant fan of fraternities but all my ads are for Greek Organization shirts because I searched about them.
Feel good about yourself all you want, but you can only blame yourself for that one.
I’m gonna try something-
Gonna do that obligatory thing where I try and make Tumblr a journal for awhile. Who knows how long it’ll actually last, but I need to write stuff down I feel like. Sorry if this’ll annoy the piss out of you; feel free to unfollow if that’s the case. And I’m not totally sure who all follows me on here, but to closer friends who do, welcome to my inner thoughts, enjoy if you can.
12-12-11
So it’s been sorta a long day I guess. Started out normal and fine and made it through school well enough but I ended up tired. I always end up tired but I mean like mentally exhausted. I’m not totally sure when exactly the mental exhaustion set in, but it did. Maybe it’s just the stress of a week long English final and then my Government final next week. I HOPE it’s just stress from those things, because otherwise there may be something a bit wrong with me. I feel sad. But it’s that terrible sort of sad where there’s really no reason for me to be that sad. Just random sadness. I have my friends to lean on, hang out with, and whatnot, but it’s as if I need something else I guess. I was happy being single for awhile but that always leads downhill. I mean there is this girl that I’ve been talking to and sort of have feelings for but I really didn’t think it was anything serious at all, yet. From what I understood the feelings were mutual and all was going well but then suddenly the talking went from constant good conversation to sporadic, short responses. There’s obviously something wrong but she won’t open up about it. That bothers me but it’s not like I can do anything about it, right? Only been talking for a couple weeks, can’t expect people to be that open. Anyways, the sporadic part of that is what’s really a nuisance. I can do short, choppy responses because I could talk to a brick wall (obviously), but it, I don’t want to say hurts me, but definitely makes me sad for such a blossoming thing to suddenly be struggling. Anyhow, as I stated, there’s obviously something bothering her that I am unaware of, and it does hurt me to see someone I do care about hurting at any time. That sorta thing really gets to me, so maybe that’s why I don’t feel the greatest. And if that’s the case, I just want to be able to help her, if not only to help her but help myself as well. I should stop throwing myself a pity party though. Good grades, good friends, occasional good times.
Thanks for putting up with this.
TL;DR- journal entry/pity party.
That’s a lot of vegetables
fucked up
nice salad
Salad rolls on personal salads piled on top of a family-sized salad? I can feel myself getting healthier by the second.
If I order a side salad at a restaurant and they don’t bring me a pizza can I ask them to bring me a pizza instead?
Yo, Dawg, I heard you like vegetables etc…
IT SHOULD SAY PROPER GRAMMAR IS SEXY, DAMMIT.
(Source: icanread)
And suddenly, I love this band
