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30. Today something remarkable happened.

okayjokesover:

helloimdorothy:

bandages:

todayilived:

I watched a sales lady at a clothing store help a beautiful, skinny girl reach a very cute shirt. I didn’t think much about her - she looked like all the other girls at my high school who think they’re the greatest things on the planet because of their long, thick hair and small waists. After giving it to her, I walked up to the sales woman and asked, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, if she wouldn’t mind reaching the same shirt in my size. She looked me up and down and sarcastically told me that she wasn’t sure any store would carry my size. She laughed it off, said she was only kidding, and proceeded to look for my size. I felt the blood rush to my face, I felt sick, and I could feel the tears biting at my eyeballs. As she was looking for my size, I couldn’t believe it - she was remarking how the fabric probably wouldn’t be very flattering on me, how the colour wouldn’t work well with my skin, how the style wouldn’t work with my body type. Of course, she threw her own sick form of optimism in when she said that maybe she was wrong and that she was sure I could somehow pull it off. I was just stunned, shamed, horrified. 

Looking down at my feet I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that someone was standing nearby. I was now even more mortified knowing that someone had heard the saleslady so I tired to ignore it by pretending to be trying to find something in my purse. The person piped up suddenly and said “How dare you say something so rude to her.” I snapped my head away from my bag and to the voice to see that it was the skinny and beautiful girl I had seen before holding the shirt that the sales woman had gotten down for her. The sales lady turned around, looked at her, and laughed, claiming she was only joking. The girl’s voice quivered and I realized that she was fighting back tears. “This girl is beautiful and is not defined by what she looks like or what she looks good in or what kind of style she has. How dare you degrade her like that.” I wish I had had a camera or voice recorder so I could remember everything she said to the woman. With tears streaming down her red face, the girl went on and on leaving me absolutely speechless. I couldn’t believe it. The look on her face, the look on the woman’s face, the look on other customer’s faces. When she was finished she walked up to me, looked me right in the eye, and told me that I was absolutely beautiful and worth more than I knew. She told me that I should never let the people of this world define me and that I was meant for so much more. Then she put the shirt on a nearby rack and walked out.

Never again will I judge so quickly. I’m sorry to everyone that have been victims of my judgement.

I is crying.

as someone who has HAD that kind of treatment from sales people (i got told “diet pills work really well!” once, that was a doozy), it is so nice to think that someone would actually do that.

100 Must-Read Books: The Essential Man’s Library

missworld:

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littlemisslibrarian:

They describe it as “the top 100 books that have shaped the lives of individual men while also helping define broader cultural ideas of what it means to be a man.”

I would be interested in seeing the top 100 books that have shaped the lives of individual women while also helping define broader cultural ideas of what it means to be women.

What would that list look like?

1. A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf
2. Little Women - L M Alcott
3. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
4. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
5. Pride and Prejudice - Austen
6. Jane Eyre - Bronte
7. Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

A few from the top of my head.

It’s an odd suggestion — and, given that I’m male, it’s probably ill-informed — but I’d add Palahniuk’s* Invisible Monsters as not an example of a text that has shaped the lives of many women, but as one that reflects some contemporary issues females face in Western society, and does so brilliantly.

* I’m of the mindset that Palanhiuk’s prose, while seeming mostly masculine, actually has strong feminine underpinnings. I also thought his novel Fight Club was a work of romanticism. You probably disagree; I’m used to it.

* Wuthering Heights (More so than Jane Eyre for this British girl.)
* A Handmaid’s Tale. Quite frankly, you could list any book by Margaret Atwood here. My personal favorite being Alias Grace - but Handmaid’s Tale is more widespread.
* Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys. (Beats Jane Eyre hands down, but it would not exist without the other.)
* The French Lieutenant’s Woman - John Fowles
* Tipping The Velvet - Sarah Waters
* Possession - A.S.Byatt
* Bridget Jones’s Diary (I don’t have to like it, I just acknowledge that it revealed more of (white middle class) British female mindset, and brought it into popular culture.
* Beloved - Toni Morrison
These are just off the top of my head.

You’re a Genius all the time

dailymeh:

Jack Kerouac’s essentials, in his own words:

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Sonething that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You’re a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

If there was a blog that followed these rules, I’d reblog the shit out of it. (I think that was postmodern praise.)

“I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, how good you look when you smile; how much I love your laugh. I day dream about you off and on, replaying our conversations; laughing at funny things you said or did. I’ve memorized your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagined. I wonder what will happen the next time we’re together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” — (via megamazing) (via enamour) (via earthquakesandheartache) (via apologies)

jenschmoopie:

(via littlemiss)

“There is a tension between that amorphous original idea and the very real thing that you have in front of you. Some of the dreams that kept you motivated might vanish. Parts of the project you thought would sparkle just don’t, while other unintended parts do. And that imagined audience that you could negotiate with when your idea was just an idea, now has something concrete to judge, to laugh at, or to love.” — The creative process, “Awareness of Audience:” the explicit
(via somethingchanged)

“You are so thoroughly inside of my head now that I cannot do anything without thinking of you. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat, I cannot breathe. I lie awake at night and try to remember the exact way you kissed me goodbye. I wrap my arms around myself in the hopes that I won’t miss you quite so much; that I might sleep when I am not in your arms. I hope in vain that this will last, when every second of every day brings us closer to the end. When I see a star, when the clock blinks 11:11, when I brush an eyelash from my cheek, I wish that things would work out. I wish that things were different. But the reality is that I don’t sleep so much now that I am so far from your arms.” — ohmyitsmarylynn @ lj (via tellherlies) (via saynicole) (via tuesdayslove)

“We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us, and make us kinder. We always have the choice.” — Dalai Lama  (via bunson) (via spaceships)

“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair—the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.” — Stephen King (via unicornology) (via srsly)

“I don’t remember what made us stop talking. I don’t even remember when the last time we did was, but I just want to let you know that I miss the best friend in you and I hope that you miss me too.” — (via saltinyourwounds) (via twosandfives) (via applewagon) (via leahcreates (via frannyandzooey)(via dilaudid) (via hit-or-miss) (via owlsgo) (via srsly)