#relevant to everything

[diabolicore]

[my-kind-of-tea]

Short fiction piece by Alice Munro

I didn’t expect for this piece to resonate with me as much as it did. Super thankful for cousins who keep my mind in check and reading list active while waiting to hear back about job applications. 

[madnessiseverything]

it’s not about picking a side, it’s about knowing both viewpoints and try and understand both sides and their actions. It’s. Not. About. Picking. Sides

[volando-voy]

You can form an opinion in a bubble, and for the first couple of decades of our lives we all do. However, eventually you are going to venture out into the world and find that what you thought was an informed opinion was actually just a tiny thought based on little data and your feelings. Many, many, many of your opinions will turn out to be uninformed or just flat out wrong. No, the fact that you believed it doesn’t make it any more valid or worthwhile, and nobody owes your viewpoint any respect simply because it is yours.

[justaspacetovent]

But why would you even do that to somebody?

[whatchaudoin]

"THE PROBLEM ISNT THAT YOURE RACIST BECAUSE YOU ARENT. THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOURE IGNORANT TO THE FACT THAT THE ISSUE IS PROBLEMATIC"

- Gage Hollingsworth ( the-demon-queen-of-hischool) via Skype

[sexistentialisms]

"J'accuse ...!" (French pronunciation: ​[ʒaˈkyz], "I accuse...!") was an open letter published on 13 January 1898 in the newspaper L'Aurore by the influential writer Émile Zola.

In the letter, Zola addressed President of France Félix Faure and accused the government of anti-Semitism and the unlawful jailing of Alfred Dreyfus, a French Army General Staff officer who was sentenced to lifelong penal servitude for espionage. Zola pointed out judicial errors and lack of serious evidence. The letter was printed on the front page of the newspaper and caused a stir in France and abroad. Zola was prosecuted for and found guilty of libel on 23 February 1898. To avoid imprisonment, he fled to England, returning home in June 1899.

[thisidflife]

I'm so nervous.  I'm counting down the days with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.  My lip is half chewed off from my worrying.  I'm not ready.  I'm not sure I'll ever be ready.  But in life you have to jump into the deep end and hope your skills help you swim.