Weird being Normal

beginning/ end /a deal breaker//90's Kid/ rocking the corporate world

[humansofnewyork]

“I’m on a tour to study music with African roots. It’s not for school or anything. It’s just a personal project. I want to travel alone for an entire year with just clothes and my drumsticks. I’ve saved $6000 and I plan to work along the way. My first stop was New York. I’ve been here two weeks and I went to ten concerts. I’ve already spent $300 so I need to be more careful. I’m about to catch a bus for Detroit. I found a place where I can live in exchange for a few hours of daily work. Then I’m going to Chicago, St. Louis, Memphis, and New Orleans. Then Cuba. Then Brazil. Then Peru. And after that I’ll go home to France. I want to learn as much about music as possible. But that’s only half the reason for the trip. I also want to learn if I can do it. I am a little afraid that I’ll get lonely, but that’s something I want to figure out. I want to know if I can be alone.”

[gloomyteens]

[little-kicks]

REBLOG IF YOU READ THIS IN HIS VOICE

it’s embedded in my brain

[whiskeyexpression]

Last day of being 21 😘😎😎

[humansofnewyork]

“A few months ago, my friend drowned in a swimming pool while I was with him. We were just hanging out. I was cooking for us. Then I stepped away to take a phone call, and when I came back, he was face down at the bottom of the pool. I was only gone for a few minutes. I don’t even know what happened. He never told me that he couldn’t swim. I tried CPR and he was still alive when the ambulance came. I prayed so hard. I called everyone I knew and asked them to pray. I called prayer lines. Everyone prayed for him at church. I was hoping that everything would be OK and that this could just be part of my testimony. I was hoping I could say: ‘I dedicated my life to God, and here’s what happened.’ But my friend passed away. He’d actually been dead the entire time I was praying. And it’s been so confusing for me. Because right before this happened, I’d been feeling so close to God. I was volunteering at church. I was going to midweek services. I was reading books. I was giving more of my money. I was partying less. I was trying to stay positive, and be mindful, and use less bad words. And I felt so close to God. I’d have conversations with him while standing on the subway platform. But it’s been hard lately. It’s hard to read my Bible verses. I’m scared to ask for anything. I say ‘thank you’ when I wake up every morning, but anything beyond that is very difficult.”

[humansofnewyork]

“I quit drugs three years ago. I was in a desperate place. I knew I was doing the wrong thing but I still couldn’t stop. Then one morning my brother asked me to come to church with him, and I came to know God. I started crying when the preacher asked if anyone wanted to come forward. And I haven’t done drugs since. Not long after that I met my girlfriend on a dating website. And she’s changed my life completely. She’s got her shit together. She’s got a job, she owns property. She doesn’t quit. I want to be a different man because of her. I’ve actually got an interview with the MTA in three hours. I sent them my resume forty-seven times. I need the pension and benefits so we can have children. She tells me that I should be doing it for myself. I tell her: ‘I am doing it for myself, but because of us, and thanks to you.’”

[kondjimlimwengu]

WHO MADE MEN IN CHARGE OF SEX?

The experience of sex is very different for a woman than for a man. Someone is literally entering you. It’s a very invasive, even a potentially violent process. And it’s always interested me how despite the fact that the woman is the one being penetrated, the one who’s body is being manipulated- turned this way, flipped that way- and who’s experience can quickly waver between pleasurable and painful, women 9 times out of 10 are expected to entirely hand men the reigns and let him control the sexual experience. How fast, how hard, what position etc. is usually dictated by the man with the woman expected to allow him to spread your legs to the point where your knees are touching the bed then respond affirmatively to the feeling of him immediately (as quick as the leap to his new sexual whim) lifting and flipping you around into a doggystyle position with the assumption that you’d be into it because “Ofcourse she is”. At the end of the day, everything feels good to a man. As long as a penis is in a vagina, the man is likely never to complain. A man is never gonna say “this angle is uncomfortable/ feels weird/ hurts” like a woman potentially would and since sex is that much more volatile for a woman, they should control that much more of the experience. However, this patriarchal society we live in, work in, and have sex in demands the submission of women; it demands the complete yielding of women in their service to men at all times (which is why in a cis sexual encounter, the male climax is a given while the female climax is a maybe, but that’s another rant). The natural inclination to submit to a man’s will in the bedroom or the feeling of shame that comes when voicing discomfort in the bedroom all stem from our (men and women’s) patriarchal indoctrination which aim to put the man’s satisfaction before all else.

[whiskeyexpression]

#me

#blackgirl

[niambi]

[kivaliszn]

This could never be me.

[eddymidnite]

Lol

[whitwhat]

:/

[engage-with-zorp]

I majored in gif making.

[merrymishas-blog]

More like majored in becoming a hot piece of ass

[ambiguousrambles]

[casbean]

But you lost all your friends

[seiuchi-bf]

and your eyesight 

[jethrocane]

not to mention your sweet bunkbed man what happened

[whitwhat]

Being a young adult is fun at times I guess but most of the time it sucks

[whiskeyexpression]

[humansofnewyork]

“Mom turns 103 this August. I try to spend four afternoons a week with her. There are a lot of things she doesn’t remember. But she’s great with nursery rhymes and songs. So we come down here and sing the ones that she remembers.”

[upliftourday]

[humansofnewyork]

(4/5) “I think I have post traumatic stress. I have so many horrible flashbacks. Two weeks after Max was diagnosed, he asked me if I’d be his Mommy forever. I said, ‘Of course I will.’ And he asked: ‘Even when I’m ninety?’ And I told him ‘yes.’ What was I supposed to say? And there were all the times he talked to me about the future. We’d talk about college. I just couldn’t tell him. God I was such a coward. I should have told him. I just couldn’t do it. Even toward the end. The day before he lost consciousness, I read his favorite book to him. It’s called Runaway Bunny. And the little bunny keeps threatening to run away. And the Mama bunny keeps saying: ‘Wherever you go, I will find you.’ Oh God, it was such a horrible way to die. He couldn’t speak or move or swallow or see. He basically starved to death. And the whole last week I’m whispering in his ear: ‘Let go, let go. Please Max, let go.’ My seven-year-old son. I’m telling him to let go. I mean, fuck. That’s not supposed to happen! And the whole time I never told him he was dying. I was such a coward. But he knew. He knew without me telling him. Because a couple weeks before he lost his speech, he asked me: ‘Mommy, do they speak English where I’m going?’” —————————————————- Today is the last day of our fundraiser to aid Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in their fight against pediatric cancer. Over 65,000 people have donated and we’ve raised over $2.3 million so far. Max’s tumor is the same tumor that Dr. Souweidane is working on curing. (See previous story). In fact, Max was supposed to be part of Dr. Souweidane’s first clinical trial but he passed away too soon. I promised Julie that all money raised during the telling of Max’s story would be given to Dr. Souwedaine and his colleagues to aid in their DIPG research. The gift will be given in Max’s honor. Even if it’s a small amount, please consider donating: http://bit.ly/1TpFcdy

[humansofnewyork]

(4/6) “I want to be a pediatric surgeon. Our friend Mark is a surgeon and he told me all about it. Being a pediatric surgeon will be hard because you never want to hurt kids. You just want to cuddle them and hold them. But saving them is most important so it’s something you have to do. Also blood doesn’t bother me like it bothers my brother—and he’s sixteen! One time he got blood work done and he was so scared that he curled his toes and his hands. It doesn’t bother me though. I even had my surgeon film my surgery for me because I wanted to see his techniques. When I asked him, he was like: ‘Nobody’s ever asked that before.’ And I said: ‘Please? We can use my brother’s GoPro.’” ——————————————- Grace’s life was saved by an experimental antibody that was funded by a group of parents who raised $2,000,000. We are currently holding our own fundraiser to help the team at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in their fight against pediatric cancer. This money funds the science that saves the lives of children. There are three days left. Over 35,000 people have donated so far and we have raised over $1.3 million. It would be amazing if we could reach 50,000 donations by the end of the series. Even if it’s a small amount, please consider donating: http://bit.ly/1TpFcdy

[yhji]

Amy Winehouse in “Before FRANK”, photographed by Charles Moriarty

[uskradetat-deactivated20170722]

I’m dying