I have never felt so excited, stressed, and inspired.
This is quite the journey, and I’m finally feeling settled. The only things that still get me are the time zone difference and how when I’m free all my friends are snoozing, the fact that dunkin donuts doesn’t exists out here, and I just want people I love to move out here and enjoy it as well.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela, 1918-2013 (via jamescook)
I really love it out here. I just want more people I love to be here as well. There’s opportunities and things happening all over each day. And overall it’s a much more warm and welcoming place than ct. The only thing I don’t have right now is my friends in a close enough radius to call up and decide where to hang out.
“I design clothes because I don’t want women to look all innocent and naïve…I want woman to look stronger…I don’t like women to be taken advantage of…I don’t like men whistling at women in the street. I think they deserve more respect. I like men to keep their distance from women, I like men to be stunned by an entrance. I’ve seen a woman get nearly beaten to death by her husband. I know what misogyny is … I want people to be afraid of the women I dress.”—Alexander McQueen (via solestruckshoes)
Only white women have the privilege of reclaiming the word ‘slut’ without facing any real social penalty. Miley Cyrus, for instance, is being hailed as a woman who is in control and liberated, unlike her black counterpart Rihanna. Rihanna does not get worshiped for owning her sexuality or her agency. Rihanna gets pity, scathing criticism, and popular feminist magazines wanting to ‘save’ her from exercising choices they do not agree with. Many mainstream feminists feel entitled to police Rihanna’s black female body; even Lena Dunham could not resist. However, if you look closely you can see that Miley has been feverishly studying and has been influenced by the Rihanna’s bad girl playbook.
White women may also be allowed to transcend their ‘sluttiness’ when they feel the need to do so. Both Angelina Jolie and Madonna have been able to shed their past bad girl images seamlessly. Whiteness affords white women the ability to try on different identities while their racial privilege remains intact. Because in a society that values whiteness over all else, to be white is to be human and all non-white persons must audition for their humanity.
The bodies of black women are highly politicized and critiqued no matter who they belong to, from the first lady to ‘the help.’ The physical movements and choices of black women are always viewed through a filter of suspicion. In order for me to claim my right to be a ‘slut,’ I first must win the battle to be able to fully claim my humanity.
Sorry I’m not a fan of internet tiffs but this pissed me off, because none of these women are reclaiming it. My views and opinions on Rihanna aren’t because of how she choses to portray her sexuality and have nothing to do with her skin color. I maybe “police” her because I feel she lacks self respect by staying with a man who abused her. And I don’t care who it was or their skin color, I don’t think that’s something to worship, I think it’s something to pity.
Maybe it’s just as much about what comes our way as it is how we react. Just as much about the things that we’ve still got as it is about the things we lack. I know, we won’t always keep around those we feel we need some are fading in frames, some were born to leave But if we’re still here, and we still breathe, At least we’ve still got time to figure it out, To know what to do, To know how to feel, Know the things that I’ve been making up inside my head, And to know what’s real. I want to believe that the way I am is just the way it goes. For the things that came, not the things I chose to come. I want to know if I had any control. I want to know if it’d comfort me.
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it- I want to know all the love I’ve got. And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute- I want to know if a curtain drops.
I think it’s a very important thing to be a good friend. Buy ur friends their favorite chocolate for no reason and if they’re sad let them call u at 4 am. Have a Star wars marathon with them once in a while if that’s what they want. Tell them their hair is pretty
“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”—Miriam Adeney (via awelltraveledwoman)
I cannot even describe the feeling of having your entire life change in a matter of 24 hours. Finding out that you have to pack up in leave in about 3 weeks and start fresh and new with everything. Other than crying and wanting to throw up, but also wanting to jump around and hug everyone.
It’s everything I’ve wanted but never thought would happen. Now it is and I keep going from moments of being so incredibly happy and even just proud of myself as stupid as it seems, to being fucking stone cold terrified.
I want to see everyone, give them some smoochies, have a rager, before I go but at the same time I need to get all of my shit together and still finish projects that I have already been assigned to work on. Holy fuck sorry for the ramble, but days used to seem really long and now they seem to be moving by quite rapidly.