honestly i dont get tumblr?? like is it just for ranting? should i be my authentic self? should i wear the mask that is likable? do i need to be liked? do i need to be real? i feel like i use tumblr to read heart wrenching poetry and cats.
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honestly i dont get tumblr?? like is it just for ranting? should i be my authentic self? should i wear the mask that is likable? do i need to be liked? do i need to be real? i feel like i use tumblr to read heart wrenching poetry and cats.
John Donne on Women
John Donne on Women
The poem I published yesterday “On Being a Woman” by Dorothy Parker spoke about female fickleness in a witty and humorous way. Here is another poem, written by a man more than four hundred years earlier, which is clever but shows a strong sexist attitude that makes fun of women in a truly misogynistic way.I am referring to “Woman’s Constancy”, a poem by John Donne (1572-1631) probably written in…
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Content warning: this is a dramatic monolague that goes into trauma and depression!
Also! this is my first time posting on Tumblr so I apologize for any mistakes
Description: A young adult talks about when their depressive feelings first started and the only thing that makes them feel better
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If you are thinking about it on paper, the bus running every half hour doesn't sound so bad, until you're waiting at the stop and you miss a bus or it's delayed. Then you're waiting a very, very long time. To people who never take transit, that's probably fine. Why do you care. To people who only take transit, they're expecting it, it's baked in their lives. But the important part, what really impacts our cities, is what happens to people for whom transit is an option.
The spiral goes like this. You go to take the bus instead of driving, thinking "I'm going to o have a couple drinks" or "I don't want to worry about parking where I'm going." So you take bus. First bus is right on time. But then you transfer from your neighborhood line to the line that takes you where you actually want to go. And your bus is delayed. And it only comes every 30 minutes. And then you're waiting, 40 minutes later, wondering where your bus is, knowing you could have driven there in 20 minutes.
Why would you ever chose to take a bus again? The bus made you waste precious time on your day off just sitting there. So next time you drive. Ridership goes down. When the transit authority asks for more money for more buses and more drivers, people point to the ridership numbers and say "why should we pay for this instead of paying for our schools/police/baseball stadium/parks/police again (let's be real that's who's taking all the money)?" If we want to increase ridership we need to actually design and fund functional transit networks. If we want people to actually ride the bus we need to make it a better option than driving, which means reliable service, which you don't get with a bus every 30 minutes.
Every 15 minutes, everywhere, all of the time.
Natalie Haynes, from 'Stone Blind'
I do think people are forgetting, sometimes willingly, that Aziraphale is JUST as heartbroken over the rejection as Crowley
They did not walk out of there with Crowley destroyed and Aziraphale bummed but getting over it once he was in the elevator. Aziraphale went to Crowley all giddy and excited because he really thought this was finally it, this was finally their chance to be happy, and he sees it as Crowley taking that chance and stomping on it. H wasn’t lying when he said he needed Crowley, he DOES, and now he thinks Crowley chose his hate for heaven over his love for him just as Crowley thinks Aziraphale chose his devotion to god over his devotion to him
It wasn’t as simple as “Aziraphale rejected Crowley” they both think the other rejected them it was essentially the messiest mutual break up you’ve ever seen
They’re both completely heartbroken and do not see the part they played in their own heartbreak. Both thinking THE OTHER caused it. It’s such a mess. It’s SUCH a mess I cannot STAND these two
I was watching a video from last night's show and this is Louis during the "you are my because" part:
I- I love him so much it's overwhelming
it's so awkward when someone asks me about my hobbies. "i like to read about two men falling in love in different scenarios? also one of the men is harry styles? and the other one is louis tomlinson, the only guy who makes me question my sexuality?"
yeah i'm sticking with "i like to read"
"You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you 🌇 !".
_ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”
ek baar poochne se bataya jaaye woh haal hi nahi, ek zara sa dil hi toh toota hai, koi bawaal bhi nahi.
Being a desi adult is all about drinking tea in the evening even if the weather is so hot that you're sweating
where is the lie? and i am not even a complete adult.
sad english songs might make you cry, but sad hindi songs will make you drop to the floor, bang your head against the wall and bawl your eyes out.
NA NA KARKE PYAR TUMHE SE KAR BAITHE
the og enemies to lovers >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
All i want anymore is someone to say "tum aadat bano hamari, hum bigad jayenge" to me.
*clears throat* urge kiya hai-
this is somehow the best thing ever.