Men never ask what they should call women’s pain, so they call us crazy. They call us crazy and they laugh at us. The same men who say women aren’t funny obviously do find women funny. They find women funny at the most inappropriate time: when we’re hurting. There is no sympathy, no empathy, for young women under the influence, on the verge of, or currently breaking down. Girl pain is titillating and amusing disaster porn. In Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes’ case, their celebrity eclipses their humanity; they become the “willing victims” of the public abuse of men. Their inner turmoil, a spectacle, is a living punchline reaction gif, making us ask, “Where are their people? ”
“What Should We Call Girl Pain?” by Safy Hallan Farah
This is why Safy is the most brilliant writer I know. Read the whole thing. She just nails it.
Things to keep in mind
Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead. ”
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
When I get low enough that I can’t drag myself out of bed for 4 or 6 or 12 hours, there’s really nothing that fixes it but letting it pass. It’s like a virus, or maybe like a day on a planet that precesses chaotically about its axis of rotation so that you never really know how long it will be until the next sunrise.
But when I feel okay, there’s a strangely happy little thought that often keeps me from teetering. I take the existentialist view - nothing has meaning. So if nothing has meaning, then why should the fact that everything-is-meaningless be, itself, meaningful? It shouldn’t!
Maybe the meaninglessness of meaninglessness just makes everything seem even worse for some people, but I find it kind of uplifting. Or maybe “relieving” is a better word.
I needed this today. I have been a puddle of meaningless apathy for weeks. It’s like a fever… just have to wait for it to break.6
i accidentally just wrote “the soviet onion” on my paper and now i can’t stop laughing
Layers and layers of communist propaganda
I wish the whole day were like breakfast, when people are still connected to their dreams, focused inward, and not yet ready to engage with the world around them. I realized this is how I am all day; for me, unlike other people, there doesn’t come a moment after a cup of coffee or a shower or whatever when I suddenly feel alive and awake and connected to the world. If it were always breakfast, I would be fine. ”
Someday This Pain Will Be Useful To You (via mandatorymomjeans)
I’ve never hit the reblog button so fast in my life.
This dog is 500% done
i saw this from across the room and thought it was a photo of gel electrophoresis
I humanized the Magic School Bus, since it’s Ms Frizzle’s TARDIS equivalent! I mean, she IS a Timelord right? And the cliche of overused references ensued!
I’m so happy!
its back on my dash