I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.” Source: Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via kvtes)
we should all build statues of lupita nyong’o in our cities and towns so when earth is destroyed and all that’s left are ruins and aliens come and inhabit this planet they’ll think she was an actual goddess and worship her
When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid. Thank you.
reginaabyssi asked: your tags made me interested in gossip girl and pretty little liars... are they actually worth the hype?
i’m not sure i would call them objectively great or even good shows? but if you’ve read through my tags on them you know that what I draw out of them, and my enjoyment of them - and any show - isn’t necessarily tied to the quality of the show.
what i get in those shows - pretty little liars in particular - are exaggerations and dramatizations of social norms that girls/people have to go through, often to an extent that they turn into horror stories, or melodramas, greek tragedies, all kinds of exaggerations that throw into relief real life experiences.
and i enjoy the excess, and the shamelessness. these are not shows bound by minimalism or brutalism, and indeed, in a lot of ways these shows are much closer to emulating and embodying tropes of magical realism than any fantasy or genre show on the market.
You know that kind of small town americana horror story/dead girl haunting a whole town full of secrets style story the style The Killing, True Detective etc. do in gritty crime drama? PLL does that in bright fashion colours and claustrophobic teenage girl perspective.
Gossip Girl (and revenge) are like a modern kinds of ways of telling old morality society scandals. gossip girl in particular is actually a hugely literary show well aware of the becky sharp/scarlett o’hara-style trail of heroines and scandals in whose footsteps it follows.
is the execution perfect? hell no. but as long as you remain aware of the problematic nature inherent to the structure of shows like this, and don’t excuse it, there’s a lot of enjoyment and enrichment and wonder you can get out of shows like this. They are shows that often get dismissed just because of the perception that they are teenage girl-y (which they are, but it’s no reason in the world why that doesn’t mean they’re not just as much about people and the universe we create as well)
also they’re just so much damn fun.