"...It's just awful. He talks and talks and talks. And if he isn't talking, he's smoking his smelly cigars all over the house. I'm so sick of the smell of cigar smoke I could just roll over and die."

"The cigars are ballast, sweetheart. Sheer ballast. If he didn't have a cigar to hold on to, his feet would leave the ground. We'd never see our Zooey again."

 

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via emiliaclarck)

(Source: larmoyante)

fegeleh:

underunderstood:

nowyoukno:

Now You Know (Source)

This is an important event in history, especially Canadian and feminist history. So I’m going to tell you more about it.
1) The shooter had been rejected from Ecole Polytechnique prior to the shooting. He blamed this on these female students, claiming that they were feminists who ruined his life.
2) In the first classroom he entered, he demanded the men leave before shooting at the women. No man attempted to stop him as they left. Take that as you will. (Later on, several men did get injured trying to stop him in the hallways.)
3) In his suicide letter, he believed that feminists were attempting to be more powerful than men, and were trying to take men’s rights away.4) Feminists were actually blamed by some for the massacre. The line of logic was “if feminists didn’t make women’s rights an issue, Levine wouldn’t have wanted to kill feminists!” Victim blaming at its finest.
5) The mainstream news media often did not publicize the outrage from women’s groups, and often preferred those who took a calm approach. Ironic, that.
6) Despite him literally having a hit list of feminist icons in his final letter, several newscasters questioned whether or not the shooting was a sexist act, some even denying the idea outright.
8) Many memorials for the victims have been created, and rightly so; however, some prominent ones were erected in poor neighbourhoods where many Native women were killed every day in the same time period as the shooting (see: Marker of Change, Vancouver) (see: Missing Women, Vancouver). Basically, white feminism happened. 
The entire event was nothing short of a tragedy, and I recommend that everyone read up on it and the resulting aftermath. It’s… interesting to see how the media tried to turn it into a random act of psychopathy instead of what it was (we know better now, luckily). The reactions (memorials, etc) to the deaths of these 14 White, middle class women as compared to the deaths of 60+ Native, lower class women are also “interesting” to compare. (By interesting, I mean infuriating.)

this is hugely important

fegeleh:

underunderstood:

nowyoukno:

Now You Know (Source)

This is an important event in history, especially Canadian and feminist history. So I’m going to tell you more about it.

1) The shooter had been rejected from Ecole Polytechnique prior to the shooting. He blamed this on these female students, claiming that they were feminists who ruined his life.

2) In the first classroom he entered, he demanded the men leave before shooting at the women. No man attempted to stop him as they left. Take that as you will. (Later on, several men did get injured trying to stop him in the hallways.)

3) In his suicide letter, he believed that feminists were attempting to be more powerful than men, and were trying to take men’s rights away.
4) Feminists were actually blamed by some for the massacre. The line of logic was “if feminists didn’t make women’s rights an issue, Levine wouldn’t have wanted to kill feminists!” Victim blaming at its finest.

5) The mainstream news media often did not publicize the outrage from women’s groups, and often preferred those who took a calm approach. Ironic, that.

6) Despite him literally having a hit list of feminist icons in his final letter, several newscasters questioned whether or not the shooting was a sexist act, some even denying the idea outright.

8) Many memorials for the victims have been created, and rightly so; however, some prominent ones were erected in poor neighbourhoods where many Native women were killed every day in the same time period as the shooting (see: Marker of Change, Vancouver) (see: Missing Women, Vancouver). Basically, white feminism happened. 

The entire event was nothing short of a tragedy, and I recommend that everyone read up on it and the resulting aftermath. It’s… interesting to see how the media tried to turn it into a random act of psychopathy instead of what it was (we know better now, luckily). The reactions (memorials, etc) to the deaths of these 14 White, middle class women as compared to the deaths of 60+ Native, lower class women are also “interesting” to compare. (By interesting, I mean infuriating.)

this is hugely important

CARTA DE DESPEDIDA

"Si por un instante Dios se olvidara de que soy una marioneta de trapo y me regalara un trozo de vida, posiblemente no diría todo lo que pienso, pero en definitiva pensaría todo lo que digo.

Daría valor a las cosas, no por lo que valen, sino por lo que significan.

Dormiría poco, soñaría más, entiendo que por cada minuto que cerramos los ojos, perdemos sesenta segundos de luz. Andaría cuando los demás se detienen, despertaría cuando los demás duermen. Escucharía cuando los demás hablan y cómo disfrutaría de un buen helado de chocolate!

Si Dios me obsequiara un trozo de vida, vestiría sencillo, me tiraría de bruces al sol, dejando descubierto, no solamente mi cuerpo, sino mi alma.

Dios mío si yo tuviera un corazón, escribiría mi odio sobre el hielo, y esperaría a que saliera el sol. Pintaría con un sueño de Van Gogh sobre las estrellas un poema de Benedetti, y una canción de Serrat sería la serenata que le ofrecería a la luna. Regaría con mis lágrimas las rosas, para sentir el dolor de sus espinas, y el encarnado beso de sus pétalos…

Dios mío, si yo tuviera un trozo de vida… No dejaría pasar un sólo día sin decirle a la gente que quiero, que la quiero. Convencería a cada mujer u hombre que son mis favoritos y viviría enamorado del amor.

A los hombres les probaría cuán equivocados están al pensar que dejan de enamorarse cuando envejecen, sin saber que envejecen cuando dejan de enamorarse! A un niño le daría alas, pero le dejaría que él solo aprendiese a volar. A los viejos les enseñaría que la muerte no llega con la vejez, sino con el olvido. Tantas cosas he aprendido de ustedes, los hombres… He aprendido que todo el mundo quiere vivir en la cima de la montaña, sin saber que la verdadera felicidad está en la forma de subir la escarpada. He aprendido que cuando un recién nacido aprieta con su pequeño puño, por primera vez, el dedo de su padre, lo tiene atrapado por siempre.

He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse. Son tantas cosas las que he podido aprender de ustedes, pero realmente de mucho no habrán de servir, porque cuando me guarden dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente me estaré muriendo.

Siempre di lo que sientes y haz lo que piensas. Si supiera que hoy fuera la última vez que te voy a ver dormir, te abrazaría fuertemente y rezaría al Señor para poder ser el guardián de tu alma. Si supiera que esta fuera la última vez que te vea salir por la puerta, te daría un abrazo, un0 beso y te llamaría de nuevo para darte más. Si supiera que esta fuera la última vez que voy a oír tu voz, grabaría cada una de tus palabras para poder oírlas una y otra vez indefinidamente. Si supiera que estos son los últimos minutos que te veo diría “te quiero” y no asumiría, tontamente, que ya lo sabes.

Siempre hay un mañana y la vida nos da otra oportunidad para hacer las cosas bien, pero por si me equivoco y hoy es todo lo que nos queda, me gustaría decirte cuanto te quiero, que nunca te olvidaré.

El mañana no le está asegurado a nadie, joven o viejo. Hoy puede ser la última vez que veas a los que amas. Por eso no esperes más, hazlo hoy, ya que si el mañana nunca llega, seguramente lamentarás el día que no tomaste tiempo para una sonrisa, un abrazo, un beso y que estuviste muy ocupado para concederles un último deseo. Mantén a los que amas cerca de ti, diles al oído lo mucho que los necesitas, quiérelos y trátalos bien, toma tiempo para decirles “lo siento”, “perdóname”, “por favor”, “gracias” y todas las palabras de amor que conoces.

Nadie te recordará por tus pensamientos secretos. Pide al Señor la fuerza y sabiduría para expresarlos. Demuestra a tus amigos cuanto te importan.”

GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

w88lf:

The reason I decided to make this video is because the overwhelming amount of anti-blackness in kpop that has been either ignored or excused, in the last two years, is unbelievably great.

No matter how much has happened, people still refuse to even acknowledge how big of a problem it is. You have to think to yourself, why is this only happening with black people and black culture? How is no other race being as blatantly used or disrespected in kpop? Anti-blackness is no accident. It’s a worldwide disease.

The perspective I have as a black kpop fan feels very odd. At some points, I feel proud because I realize many idols’ favorites are black people but most times I feel confused, because even though this is true we are still not truly respected. Not by idols and not by most kpop fans that don’t put defending us on their priority lists, regardless if we’re “one big kpop family” and “all in this together.”

The fact that most of us fans have to constantly shift between liking this genre and wanting are humanity respected isn’t fair. And you might say, if you’re just going to complain and be negative then why don’t you stop listening to kpop? And to that I’ll respond with, how is pointing out racism “complaining”. Complaining is maybe talking about how I don’t like a song, complaining isn’t talking about how I don’t like pieces of my culture being bastardized. And how is pointing out racism negative? When racism itself is the actual negative?

The point is, this cycle of silencing black kpop fans is horrendous. If we counted every anti-black thing that has happened in kpop, there would be well over a hundred incidents probably.

This isn’t about packing up and “leaving” kpop (but if you want to, I wouldn’t be surprised or judge you for it). It’s about making sure everyone sees and hears what we see and hear.

I realize that for some black kpop fans, they’d still rather not think of these things because kpop is their escape from life or other troubles. Do your thing, that’s fine, whatever. But when you see other bkfs speaking out, don’t try to silence them because they’re doing their own thing too and it’s their choice. We all have the choice to either speak up or stay silent but no matter which option you choose, it looks like kpop has already chosen it’s own option and that option is to continue being racist.

So here’s a simple compilation of racist or just very questionable events I wish there were answers for.

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xlizardx:

Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury

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xlizardx:

Apparently this is "The clearest photo of Mercury ever taken."

why isnt everyone getting so excited about this, it is literally another planet look at how beautiful it is stop what your doing and look at how alien like this planet is what is living there oh my god mercury