Random ramblings @miss-shaley - Tumblr Blog

By Yuni Yoshida

What is that penguin sorry

“When Leilah Poulain painted a portrait of a penguin, her proud mother wanted to share it with friends and family. So Rebekah uploaded a photo of it onto an online folder to allow them to see it. But the 34-year-old accidentally uploaded it to a public file - which automatically entered Leilah, seven, into a national competition. The winner was offered the chance to have their work exhibited at the internationally acclaimed Saatchi Gallery in London. A year later, Rebekah was baffled when she received a call informing her the penguin had beaten 1,700 other entrants and been awarded first prize. Yesterday, Leilah’s painting - which was drawn when she was five - was hung in the same gallery featuring works from the likes of Damien Hirst and Tracey Emin.”

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I will forever be profoundly unimpressed with people who take pride in their unkindness to others

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Hard. Fucking. Same.

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It baffles and infuriates me that Hogwarts students don’t take Latin or Greek. Accio? Literally “I summon.” Lumos? Fucking “light.” Expelliarmus? Expel weapon!! Ooooh I wonder what Levicorpus does– you Dumb Ass Bastard. You ILLITERATE. It’s called Levicorpus, it lifts someone’s body, it LEVIES your goddamn CORPUS-

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Lily Cole & Kiera Gormley @ Jean Paul Gaultier SS07 Couture

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Hope Gangloff

#hope gangloff #art

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Nature taking over an abandoned ship in Australia. [742x926]

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“Lie close,” Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: “We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”

A wolf goes for a walk in the woods and meets a dog for the first time

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This is fairy encounters to the core. It sends shivers down my spine.

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Lorde photographed by Perou for The Guardian.

#photography

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One of the things that really gets to me about Tumblr fandom’s view of relationships is the idea (sometimes stated outright, often implied) that there’s some kind of clear dividing line between healthy and not-healthy, between abusive and not-abusive, that people never slide back and forth between those things or slip over the line, and that’s just … not how human relationships work. And it’s one thing when you’re holding fictional characters to an absurdly high standard, but it makes me worry that a lot of people are internalizing the idea that human relationships aren’t messy and complicated and sometimes painful, and that’s really going to make life hard for you. You’ll either end up beating yourself up way too much for doing utterly normal things, or beating up on other people for doing utterly normal things, and you’ll let a lot of things that could have been good slip through your fingers because they aren’t perfect.

Look, I’m not saying anybody should stay in a relationship that’s toxic for them, and ideally we should all be in happy supportive relationships with people who make us happy all the time, but human emotions are a mess.

You WILL do terrible, awful things. You’ll be selfish. You’ll hurt people. Sometimes they’ll forgive you and sometimes they won’t. Every long-term relationship you have will end up being littered with the memories of times you were both awful to each other.

You’ll fall in love with people who don’t love you, and be loved by people you don’t love. Sometimes you might try to make a relationship (or a friendship) work anyway. Sometimes it’ll even work out.

You’ll end up loving some people you never in a million years thought you’d feel that way about, because you got a terrible first impression and misjudged them. You’ll look back and think, How could I not have known how awesome they were? But you didn’t, then. And you’ll walk away from other people who could have been just as beloved and never know it.

A lot of times you won’t be able to tell how other people feel about you at all, and you’ll just have to keep going anyway.

You’ll break up friendships by doing stupid, selfish things.

You’ll put your trust in the wrong people, and the wrong places, and have it broken.

You’ll do some things thinking you’re the good guy at the time, and realize in retrospect that you weren’t.

You’ll change your mind about a lot of stuff. You’ll realize that some of the things you used to believe were kind of messed up. Sometimes you’ll change your mind because of people around you and then realize that you were right all along. Sometimes you’ll realize that nobody’s right or wrong, but have to make a decision anyway.

You’ll interfere where you shouldn’t and get your ass handed to you. You’ll fail to interfere where you should have, and feel guilty for the rest of your life.

(Not everyone will do all of these things. But it’s humanly impossible not to do at least some of them.)

And none of that makes you an awful person or undeserving of love or bad to be around?! It’s just how people are. It’s how EVERYONE is, even the ones who seem like they have it together. Life is messy and complicated and confusing, and it hurts. People can do awful things and be forgiven. In fact, if that weren’t true, none of us would have any relationships at all.

I don’t know, I’m just thinking about this today, because expecting perfection of fictional characters is one thing (they’re fictional, it doesn’t hurt them) but it’s going to mess you up in all kinds of ways if you think that’s actually how real life works.

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yes. <3

twnklelittlestar

this is such a good post

one thing that never sat right with me about this website is that a disturbing number of users are under the impression that people cannot change. that what you did years ago defines who you are now and forever

guess what. are you the same person you were five years ago? I’m sure not. I had some shitty opinions and did some shitty things when I was younger. but I’ve changed since then and those problematic things are something I’ve worked to get rid of. I know there are people out there who don’t grow, but applying that mindset as a default to every single person ever is unhealthy. people grow and change and learn from their experiences, and forever judging them for what they did before and not what they’re doing now to rectify the before is not only exhausting but also an impossible standard to hold someone to.

for a website so passionate about character development and growth in fandom, a lot of you are sure quick to cast that aside when it comes to actual people.

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I’m meeting boys who like Charles Bukowski and they all want to do brutal things to my body. They tell me they buy a bottle of whiskey whenever they get one of his books and don’t stop reading till they’ve gone through a pack of cigarettes. They blow smoke in my face and say, ‘He was the outcast king of L.A. Did you know that, huh?’ ‘Yeah, yeah, I know.’ I say. 'He’s great.' A boy gives me a worn copy of On the Road and thinks he’s being original. 'We should explore the road together. Would you like that, baby?’ I take a sip of my water and look away. Yes, I’d like that, I think. But he’s drunk and imagining himself sixty years earlier, in the back of a bar, sweating to the sound of live bop. Still, I prefer him to the hungry boy that devoured my shirt and said, 'You have a tattoo? What’s it say?’ “mad to live?” What, are you angry about living? Aw, I’m just kidding, come here, let me take off that bra.’ The next boy I kiss doesn’t read. I ask him to come to a bookstore with me and he stays outside, sighing. He has no interest in words. He has no interest in me. I am thankful for him. For a few weeks, I am able to shed my habit of thinking obsessively and become a duller, rougher version of myself. I dump him when my fingers start turning imaginary pages in my sleep. I go on a date with a boy who knows I like to write. He calls himself a fan of mine and swears he’s read every word I’ve put down. 'You’ve got this voice that’s very modern, but also so classic.’ I choke on my water as he says, 'I read you to fall asleep.’ I listen to him pant metaphors and compare my mouth to the sea. One day, he stumbles across my journal, and finds nothing about himself in it. 'You don’t really love me, do you?’ I shake my head. There is no use pretending anymore. He has read my poems about the boys I want to drown in me. His goodbye leaves my hands covers in ink. He wanted me so badly to be the sea, when all I am is a girl who writes poetry. I try my best to become poetry. I take a bath and stain the water with black ink. I cut my hair in a motel sink. I cry for people I have never met. I start smoking cigarettes. I use words like 'presumptuously’ and talk about 'post-modernist new wave.’ I walk the streets at 4 a.m. and smile at people coming home from a rave. I wear sunglasses indoors. I carry a 500 page volume of poems wherever I go. I drink coffee instead of water. I talk about the 'advantages of using film and listening to records.’ But no matter how hard I try, I am not the sea. I am a sunken ship that has drowned in everyone who touched me.

Lora Mathis, I Am Not The Sea (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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something we agreed we like about uncle vernon is that despite like, personally suffering at the hands of wizards pretty significantly (dudley’s tail, marge), vernon is like, always ready to fuck with wizards? like he is SO SCARED of them but he’s always ready to fight? please take this moment to imagine uncle vernon meeting voldemort

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*scoffs* ‘“Dark Lord” huh??? that just sounds to me like another way of saying you don’t have a REAL JOB.’

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(via TheCheish)

#happy tag

Me, a disgraced academic turned farmer, surveying my crops: Finally... I am out standing in my field

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I know I run a book blog so maybe this isn’t the right platform for this, but girls: Please look out for other girls. Tonight I was stuck at a bus stop in Shoreditch circa 2 AM and saw another young woman getting harassed by a drunk, aggressive dude, and at first I thought, “She’s got it under control.” But then he started touching her and I went “No, that’s definitely not right.” So I barged over and shoved him out of the way and said, “Beth?? Oh my God, how are you, I haven’t seen you since grade school!” And this girl I’d never seen before in my life threw her arms around my neck and whispered, “You are an angel, thank God.” We talked for fifteen minutes, the creep lost interest, I watched her get on the bus and I will sleep so much better knowing she got home in one piece. If you see something weird happening, intervene. The worst that can happen is embarrassment, and I think that’s worth the risk when you consider the alternative.

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I just saw a similar story shared by someone on Twitter and it reminded me of this post so here’s your random reminder that bystander intervention literally saves lives sometimes. More here.

#absolutely