#normalnotnormal

[venting402]

He’s not fucking around this time. Homie said no way Jose 🤵‍♂️

[venting402]

Bet he wished his dog was barking so he could escape

[oneeyedsamurai]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QLTNHjUhR8)

Powerful stuff...nuff RESPECT for this brother, Muhammad Muwakil and Freetown Collective. as always, for their message. Appropriately visually arresting, bravo, Miquel Galofré. Well done all ‘round, folks...Allyuh putting in de WORK - love and light  ;)

[admitzel]

Just shipping some Lambos or Ferrari) out to the world (Emirates or thereabouts) from the #BLQ like it's no big deal. They make them close to here. Yet the average Italian could never even dream of having let alone driving one. #normalnotnormal #italy #italia #lamborghini #ferrari #emirates #thelife (at Aeroporto Marconi di Bologna)

[alexistrevino42-blog]

When I googled “normal” in Google Images, Normal Spongebob was a picture that popped up. This episode happened because Squidward told Spongebob to just be normal. The way “normal” is being portrayed in this episode reflects a being that is almost soul-less. The only feeling Spongebob has is content, the imperfections that made him a sponge are gone, the square body that no one else has has become round, and even his shoes have taken a new shape. Instead of enthusiastically going into work ready to flip burgers, he works on a computer in a cubicle instead. While this may not be the “normal” for most people, the way Spongebob changes himself and his actions are how he perceives normal to be. By becoming normal, he lost everything that was him. He is no longer that lovable sponge that has differences we choose to accept. Without those differences, he is someone completely different. This applies to people as well. There is always a type of pressure that seems to be on us to look a certain way, act a certain way, and dress a certain way. If we do not adhere to those normalcies, then we are labeled as different. While some people choose to be normal even when they don’t have to be, others have no choice. People born with some kind of defect tend to be labeled as different/disabled. Those who deem themselves as normal neglect to realize that there is no such thing as normal. Some write with their hands, and others write with their feet. It was thought that “To have a disability is to be an animal, to be part of the Other”, but being the Other is not a bad thing (Davis 8). In one way or another, we are all abnormal. Discriminating against those who are different for whatever reasons is also discrimination against yourself. Accept people as they are or be the “Normal” Spongebob who is generally accepted by no one.

[gingerwolfcollection]

Is it possible to suffer from withdrawal symptoms from a person or is that just being really desperate?... especially when you never really spend any time with them. Basically I just really miss looking at him all day and want to know if it's normal or not. Thanks xx

Excerpt from a book I might, but probably won't, write. No.1.

[gracingthebrokenwithlove-blog]

Today, was harder than forever. I mean coping up with college and all the new I'm getting into. It was battle between me and myself, trying to catch up with everything around me. It's not just about studies but also building relationships with new friends.  I miss the warmth of highschool and the familiar exam patterns. I was in a box for a long time and now, when it's time to move out, I begin missing the belongingness.

I like my thoughts and thinking through myself. It's all the ego left in me. But lately I haven't been pouring love unto the people around me. Not really walking through the footsteps of the Saint I was named after. Lately, it has been just me. I've got a lot to say but most people in the crowd where I'm in now in this new college section, doesn't seem as interested as I am. so, as much as I try to cope up with them, I still find my self lost in my own arbitrariness on whether the life I lead now is getting me closer to where I want to belong in the future.

I have been impulsive with my words lately. Perhaps, this is the reason why I feel so shameful. I miss the pureness and joy in my heart. I want to keep that, still no matter how hard I try, it slips off my fingertips. I have time to think these through as I am not so pressured about my studies and being in a Normal school dictates that I should be academically pressured and excellent. But that is not happening. I'm hatin all these reluctance to study, plenty of time to play and goof around when I can do all the research that I should in order to pass the Licensure exam, 3 years from now.

I put my school into question on whether I, as a student, learn well. Oh jeez, I just hope I am.

[sinister-silence-blog]

what an insult....