Aural Sects

Dec 19 2012 ∞

polytropic-liar:

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landsbeyond:

I don’t think I can name just one…

*off the top of my head*

“Oh, that’s the guy from Rocky Horror!” = the average fratboy, especially if it’s followed up by a snarky comment about how hot TC looks in drag

“Oh, that’s the guy from Annie!” = the average gay man and/or theatre nerd

[etc etc]

But what is the proper designation for the person that goes “Tim Curry? Oh! The guy who was the voice of Hexxus in FernGully!” Because I may be the ONLY PERSON EVER to have that answer, but dammit I demand a stereotype.

Scream. I CANNOT PROVIDE ONE because I have never seen Ferngully! I wasn’t allowed to watch it as a kid because it was an evil, anti-christian movie put out by bleeding heart liberals! /true story

Netflix has FernGully! You should watch it, it is SO awesome and you’ll learn where the Avatar plot came from! :)

(Source: vermonty-python)

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Aug 03 2012 ∞

[Photo of stocking/tights covered legs resting on a table with a boom box: “Have you ever experienced that moment when you hear a song and every single word perfectly describes your situation?”]

mcmusicchoice:

YES!!

Yes, absolutely. It’s one of the most amazing feelings in the world.

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May 12 2012 ∞

“ My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.

— Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)

(Source: lupanthropy, via girlmarauders)

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May 08 2012 ∞

signal boosting

lebanesepoppyseed:

Going on haitus again. I don’t know when I’ll be back, since I still haven’t been able to raise the funds to order a laptop yet (This is still a thing, btw :3).

Anyways, feel free to add me on Facebook since I can get on that on mobile and generally update my statuses obnoxiously when I can’t get on Tumblr and talk to people there. Hope life treats you well and apologies that I can’t be here blogging away with ya’ll.

<3

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May 06 2012 ∞

“ Stop trying to “get it together.” The biggest lie we’re told when we’re growing up is that soon as we’re adults, as soon as we’re in college, finish college, get that job, have that steady income, find that someone special, “find ourselves,” find that perfect house, get that retirement fund, have those children, everything will fall into place. Here’s a secret: it won’t. Every new development in your life, good or bad, big or small, will come with its own very special set of challenges. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. But the myth is perpetuated throughout life, perhaps now more than ever with happy status updates on Facebook and blushing bride/happy multi-tasking mommy blog posts. What these success stories don’t tell you is what is going on behind closed doors. They don’t tell you that your friend who is so over the moon with her new baby had to apply for food stamps. They don’t tell you that your fantastic, involved professor struggles with depression. They don’t tell you that your happily married friend still has nightmares about her abusive ex. They don’t tell you the cousin who just got that jealousy-inducing job opportunity is thinking of breaking up with his boyfriend of 10 years. What closely interacting with people from all backgrounds on the Internet for over a decade has taught me is that no one “has it together” in the way we think they do. So stop trying to have that as your goal, because you are just setting yourself up for massive failure.

— I wrote a blog post on how to be happy (oh, the irony. It burns). I do think this is my favorite paragraph. Well, this and the cat pictures, I guess. (via ghouldilocks)

(Source: thatpassed-away, via dukeofstagron)

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Apr 26 2012 ∞

“ Menstrual blood is the only source of blood that is not traumatically induced. Yet in modern society, this is the most hidden blood, the one so rarely spoken of and almost never seen, except privately by women, who shut themselves in a little room to quickly and in many cases disgustedly change their pads and tampons, wrapping the bloodied cotton so it won’t be seen by others, wrinkling their faces at the odor, flushing or hiding the evidence away. Blood is everywhere, and yet the one, the only, the single name it has not publicly had, for many centuries, is menstrual blood

— Blood, Bread & Roses, How Menstruation created the world - Judy Grahn. (via goforthandagitate)

(via feminismisprettycool)

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Feb 22 2012 ∞

I am tired.

starlightstorm:

I am so tired. I am tired of not being good enough (for myself, regardless of what other people tell me). I am tired of not knowing who I am, when all the other identities I try on — that I want to be — already belong to other people. I am tired of other people being better at being those things than I am. (I can’t be a writer if someone else is better at it and I can’t be fashionable if someone else is better at it and I can’t be this or that because these things aren’t uniquely mine and I don’t know what I have that IS uniquely mine. I am still thinking in terms of schticks, I suppose — am I “the smart one”? What does that prevent me from being, in that case? Am I even really that smart in the long run?)

I am tired of doing the same thing every day. I know — logically — the way to stop doing this is to just stop. Or to start. Start doing something new, something different. But that “isn’t me” — my actions speak for themselves, right? I want to be “true to myself,” and the kind of person I am is the kind of person who idles about doing nothing. This is who I am because this is what I do. This is a true thing. Doing something different would be going against my nature, wouldn’t it?

I am tired of not having any goals. I am tired of not knowing where I’m going or what I want. The things I want should, too, be in line with my true self. But when that self doesn’t exist or when I can’t figure it out or define it for myself then clearly I’m left with nothing.

Oh, the future is there alright. It stretches out ahead of me in the same shade as today. There is no “getting better” when I’m already an adult. There’s no “you won’t always feel like this” when I always feel like this.

What happens to the kids who don’t make it? Who are still struggling? Who envision this brighter future and don’t — can’t — find it because they’re sick? Care about the kids, sure. Care about the teenagers and convince them that life as an adult can and will be brighter than their high school hell. For some of them it will be. For some of them it will change, for whatever reason.

And for some it won’t. Some will turn out like me. Where’s my outreach? Where’s if it’s not because of sexuality or because of bullying or because of any number of things that have gotten media attention? What if I’m just tired? What if I’m thirty and haven’t gotten anywhere that I wanted to be ten or even five years ago because these days just keep coming and I have to keep getting through them and getting through them is all I have to show for it and that’s not good enough for me, so why the fuck am I still here? Why keep going when there’s no promise of a bright future for me? When I can’t actually be the kind of person who makes things because she can’t get the activation energy together on her own to actually go out into the world and make a fucking difference in it? Why should I bother when no one’s going to pay attention to me anyway? I’m invisible, because I’m not brave enough to be bold enough or bright enough.

But you know, I’m just tired.

I identify with all of this, so much. This refrain crops up in my head, these thoughts, at least once a week. I have no answers, though proper sleep eases my feelings of hopelessness. I have to use melatonin, anti-anxiety meds, breathe right strips, anti-histamines, decongestants, and earbuds playing a carefully selected play list in order to get that proper sleep. And often I don’t have the energy (or the money) to get all of that so I don’t get fully rested. But when I do, it makes the endless, hopeless future seem slightly more tolerable.

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Aug 27 2011 ∞