“I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.”—b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
Oh, lol. Well, okay, now I know what you mean. As far as I know, cosmonaut2706 is the only one who’s translated portions of it, which means you’ll find what she’s done in her archive. (or if Dessy sees this mention, maybe she’ll feel like putting together a link round up or something.)
Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?
I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again -
Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone.
Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.
If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time.
And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office.
Testosterone levels are also higher (which is why you get more our of your workout when you do so during your period) so lol we handle assholes like you all the time and y’all can’t handle us and a little blood.
dear shinji, how do I learn how to not be terrified of people? weren't you shy before too? how did you learn to stop worrying about what others thought of you and realise that everyone else is also another human being and treat them as just that? I thought I'd gotten over all this, but I tried something new for the first time today and once I was surrounded by a room full of loud strangers who seemed so different, I just withered completely. I'm getting too old to be this insecure :/
yo, on the real, I’m really sensitive to people’s energies, and when there’s a lot of different wavelengths flowing around I tend to get really frazzled and knock-knees with my words. I’m not good at entering a room full of strangers, either. at the heart of me I’ve always been a shy girl. happy and easily excited and full of extravagant gesticulations and a bit of a potty-mouth nervous storyteller, but a shy girl nonetheless. ideally I enter situations with at least one person who truly cares for me and loves me. in that way I have the courage to be me. it’s a little awful but hey. I’m not comfortable enough yet as a human to saunter into a place with all of my fun, butt-touching grandeur without someone who knows me well enough to know when I’m about to tip over into bad-shinji-headspace, who I can look at in a room and know that I’m safe. working on it. we all got our thang.
because i like to test myself literally all the time, I kinda often put myself in weird scenarios, but in doing so I’ve come to better understand the reasons behind my own discomfort. I’ve found where my boundaries lie, and have found myself more and more comfortable bopping along in the daily going-about of life. sure, I still get uncomfortable meeting a room full of new people, and sure, when I’m interested in a person I become an absolute train wreck, but I’m good at meeting people, at approaching them when I know nothing about them. it’s all about chance when it’s still hopeful, when you’re still not sure of someone’s story. be a booger and a half. swing your legs. dance down the street. bop-de-dop with cuties. I try not to be around new people or get out of my bed when I know I’m feeling mad out of tune with the world. if that’s unavoidable, then I listen to peaches and santigold till I start glowing, and then see how far I can push myself.
it’s really easy to let discomfort weaken your sense of self-worth, but once you see it as a lesson — once you try to dissect your discomfort and pull yourself from those really stubborn tentacles, you realize that everything is hilarious and people are kinda dummies and we all have trouble existing in one way or another. a lot of the time it takes me a day or so to realize that, but really, truly — most of the time, all your discomfort is in your head. it’s likely that you’re not hated as much as you’ve convinced yourself you are. and how liberating it is, in those moments where you are so unabashedly yourself, so unapologetically you. how loved you are when you let yourself be loved. how open, how receptive to the world, for better or for worse. everyone gets nervous. I’m like, the most nervous person in the world! if I’m not using that energy as fuel, then it cripples me! ha! gross! human stuff. but bleh. everyone’s a little weird, and we all have our little things that make us utterly and adorably human. something that i do is find that crack in people. not an insecurity but something endearing, makes me like people really easily. people with weird laughs or nervous giggles or smelly farts or what have you. it’s hard to feel uncomfortable when you realized that everyone is gross and adorable and even the most intimidating of people are really just babies pretending to not be babies. let’s tackle our insecurities and our social anxieties together. it’s all gonna be okay, cutie pie.
Alternative Press Japan: June/July 2014 coldrain Interview
Signing a contract with Britain’s prestigious music management company Raw Power Management, their first European tour with Bullet For My Valentine, their one-man tour in the UK, signing a contract with American rock music label Hopeless Records, performing at Download Festival 2014…… Building up their promising career with great vigor, coldrain, a band already at the center of attention in world standards, has recently completed their mini-album “Until The End,” making a total of 6 albums. AP Japan was able to interview these guys, who are quickly building up a huge fan base around the world with their unequaled charisma and overwhelming ability. They talked at length about the process of producing this new album as well as their thoughts on advancing overseas.
nocubessa said: I hope someone (or a group, since jt’s a lot of text) can translate these interviews.
I was thinking about doing it, but it would definitely take a long time, especially because I’m not sure when I’d be able to start. I feel like there are others out there who are planning or willing to translate them?
Instead of studying/researching for my report, I looked up graduate translation programs. u__u Babel sounds like a possibility. I don’t quite understand why the degree it offers is an MS and not an MA, but that’s not a big deal. JLPT N2 or above is required, and that reminded me that I never received my certificate in the mail. I’m not sure if I should request for it to be resent (¥1000), or just wait until I pass N1 (use this to motivate me to study for N1?).
A-san was saying how she recently bought music off of iTunes for the first time. When H-san asked what she bought, she said she bought ONE OK ROCK’s new song! :D Yeaahhh Speaking of which, I think I’ll buy the single off iTunes when it’s released since it’s cheaper than buying the CD.
Before cleaning up the exhibition, we split into groups and went around talking about each person’s photo. I had a hard time commenting on them because either I didn’t have anything in particular to say or I only had criticism. :\ And then I couldn’t explain my photo. >< One of the guys’ s interpretation was actually pretty much what I felt, haha.
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life