“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
—Bob Marley (via myundertaking)
April 2012
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I think maybe I need to overhaul my OKC profile.
apdt:
why is there this assumption that people who are critical are “no fun at parties”? grl i am the life of the party. the party starts when i walk in.
GPOY
I realized once I put it on that this great new-to-me drapey sweater flashes a whole bunch of side from certain common angles/positions. But I wore it to work without an undershirt anyhow. (Now my elbows keep rubbing on my naked flesh and it feels kind of scandalous.)
Well that was another successful clothing swap.
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But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:
Ugly
Unhealthy
Smelly
Lazy
Ignorant
Undisciplined
Unlovable
Burdensome
Embarrassing
Unfashionable
Mean
Angry
Socially inept
Just plain icky
So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat.
” —Kate Harding (via chubby-bunnies)
I should do less, so I can relax and do it better. →
calnewport.com
But I really don’t know how to get there. My workload is really overwhelming most of the time, and so I have difficulty putting in really focused work for shorter periods of time. I also feel like I can’t break up my workday how it would work best for me (e.g., pomodoro style or taking mini naps or dance breaks) because I share an office with other people.I even find it difficult to not work overtime on a regular/daily basis. Both because there’s so much to do, and I’m trying to stay caught up (i.e., I care too much about the job and not enough about myself), and because if I leave when my actual workday is up I’d be heading home before anyone else (which ends up being tricky for various reasons).
HOWEVER. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my life, and where to go from here, and so on, and I feel like I’m on the road to changing these things. I need to give myself permission to say no, and to disappoint people, and to rest, and to not get some things done so that I have the possibility of getting other things done. I think I also need to pare down some aspect of my life, and fill out others. This feels like a pivotal/transitional time for me. We’ll see how things go.
[I wish I were in love]
Almost home. Hangry. Probably gonna write/read about some fat shit while I cook.
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I was doing an interview once, and this guy goes, “So you must be pretty psyched about all this ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ stuff?”
And I was like, “Um, yeah, I am.” I have no idea why though. I had nothing to do with that movie. It’s just some people that kind of look like me are in this movie that everyone loves, and winning Oscars and stuff.
And then I was like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are white people just psyched all the time?” It’s, like, “‘Back to the Future’! That’s us! ‘Godfather’! That’s us! ‘Godfather Part II’! That’s us! ‘Departed’! That’s us! ‘Sunset Boulevard’! That’s us! ‘Citizen Kane’! That’s us! ‘Jaws’! That’s us! Every fucking movie but ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and ‘Boyz n the Hood’ is us! We are white people! Suck our dicks!”
” —Aziz Ansari, “Are White People Psyched All The Time?” (via fuckyeahdesipeople)
