@Tanya: I have scrambed her little mind with evidence.
Sanaya: I support this cause, but I do not support the way that people who post differing opinions on here have been treated. People here who have openly stated that they support women and anti-rape efforts like this one have been harassed simply for stating their opinion. Only through discussion and attention to an issue will we ever grow an…d evolve as a culture. Shutting down discussion with statements like “THIS IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE” just seems silly. I fully support this march, but I wish that some people would be more tolerant of others. We’re all here for the same reason; why divide ourselves?
Emma Andromacy I am currently awaiting someone to write on the wall in a way that you just said they do. i welcome them with open arms. but statements such as “sounds like bullshit” do not sound like viable opinions to me.21 minutes ago
Sanaya Forbes That was a little out of line. One or two of the comments to follow, I felt, did not take such a harsh tone. Also, please observe Ruadhan’s comment.12 minutes ago ·
Emma Andromacy If you do not agree with the event, don’t attend. if you agree, attend. I am currently too busy making the event happen to discuss whether or not it should. this wasnt created to have rational conversation over whether or not slut shaming e…xists. It is a PROTEST. Protesting slut shaming and attempting to help take back the word slut. i have many times on this wall answered questions and if that is not enough read the description and if THAT is not enough do some googling and ask two classmates and then ask me.
I have sold my soul for several things over the course of my short life. Most memorably when I attempted to call on Mephistopheles and offer my soul in exchange for my ten page paper on Hard Times in senior year of high school (still have yet to read that book).
Now, I have been looking for a job for a year. I have been sending in applications to labs, dining halls, the book store, jamba juice…and nothing. Yep. I am somehow un-hirable, probably because my only work experience is in a theater or with children. Not practical skills.
Well, yesturday, in my desperation for employment, I sent in an application to starbucks. And I am hoping with all of my brain that they email me back.
I went out on a quest for peeps with David, and as we were waiting in Price Center to meet up with some girls that I am living with next year, I told him I sent in my application.
David: That’s cool. I think you’d make a good bearista.
Me: It’s BARista
David: I’m no good at pronouncing words.
Me: That would be pretty intense though. Being a bear that works at starbucks.
David: Yeah, you would be like “I want some fancy mochachinno trente thingy” and the bear would be like “NO. BLACK COFFEE” and you would be like “But” and they would be like “NO, BLACK COFFEE”. And you can’t argue with a bear. Cuz it’s a fucking bear.
Then we drew something relatively like this:
And I decided that I wish I could just have a webcomic and live off the proceeds of that.
When I went home, I decided to google to see if anyone had already come of with David’s brilliant wordplay. And then I got this:
Which, I’m sorry, is completely unrealistic.
1st of all, teddy bears cannot move. Or think. So to have a teddy bear working at a starbucks would be kinda of useless.
2nd,Teddy bears look nothing like real bears. I don’t know why toy companies decided to turn something deadly into a cuddle, classic children’s toy.
3rd,I am impressed at that bear’s collared shirt.
4th, I think I would be more scared to see a fucking giant, moving teddy bear ANYWHERE, then a real bear. Partially because that would be impossible, and partially because furies are a little scary.
“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved.”—Unknown (via devincastro)
“Sam and I had been having problems for a while. Things weren’t always bad; in fact, a lot of the time they were pretty good, but we kept having the same problems over and over again, and I felt that every cycle of good and bad resolved with the good being less good, and the bad staying the same. It seemed to me that I was more in love with him than he was with me, and this realization hit about 10 months into the relationship (fall 2006), so it’s been a persistent problem. I actually was going to break up with him over it all those years ago, but I didn’t because I dearly loved him and he said that he loved me, too, and would show it more. Since then, this same thought process has repeated in me, but each time, I brushed my feelings of unhappiness aside because I loved Sam so much and wanted to fight for us. And yes, I did tell him about my concerns with our relationship, but he would skim my emails on the subject, we would work out a compromise, and things wouldn’t get much better in the long run. There were also times when he expressed not wanting to be with me, either…”—
This was posted by a girl I know…hopefully she’ll never read this or be okay that I quoted her. And hopefully nobody but tumblr will actually read this either.
Basically, the drama: This guy got left by his girlfriend of 5 years for this girl’s room mate’s live-in boyfriend. Can you say awkward. Anyway…
She posted a note on facebook about it and this is the part that really got to me. David may not realize it, but a lot of times this is how I feel about the two of us. Granted I think our good times are wonderfully awesome, but I am more in love with him than he is with me and it’s pretty clear. He doesn’t deny it and neither do I, though I try. And every time I raise these concerns with David, he kinda shrugs them off. We work through enough stuff to be happy, but I always know that he doesn’t love me all the way. He’s never been hurt, never had to deal with losing someone in that way, and thus doesn’t know how important it is to really listen to the needs and thoughts of the other person.
And between us, there has also been the issue of him not wanting to be with me. There was a week way early in this school year that he broke up with me on a daily basis for a week and I spent hours crying and feeling like someone was ripping me in half. After we finished fighting, he would laugh and say something like “we can’t keep doing this anymore”, and we’d continue like everything is fine. And he doesn’t consider this part of our current relationship and always says that I gave him a second chance, but I can’t forget that. I can’t forget how much I hurt. I can’t forget what that felt like.
So that brings me to now. Sometimes I feel loved. When I put, he asks me what’s wrong and cuddles me until I have a smile on my face. Late at night, we both laugh and say silly shit. And I look at his face and see a wonderful, attractive, sweet guy. We talked today about the quoted situation between those two people, and I cried, and he said he wasn’t going to hurt me, and that I was what he wanted and needed. And I want to believe this with all of my heart. But the neglect I get sometimes, the hurt I feel, the way he will always put himself first…it makes me want to hang out with other guys and find someone who will treat me nicely. Not cheat or anything, but talk to someone who wants to spend time with me. And that scares me. I shouldn’t have to feel that way, right? I should feel loved and safe in a relationship all of the time, not just some of it.
I dunno tumblr, this situation is scary to think about. He’s a huge part of my life, I love him, he makes me feel safe, and he’s not doing anything bad. He’s not lying or cheating on me. He’s not lowering my self esteem or refusing to spend time with me. He’s been really good recently.
So how do I let go of the past and try and embrace the couple we are now? Is it even possible?
And its also just really strange to think that everything in her life lead up to that abrupt end. Like if I died tomorrow, would it matter how stressed I am right now about Chemistry and Physics? Everything I do in life is for the future it seems. And If I were to get in an…
It just makes me scared, like outta my mind. Like I am wasting my life away doing nothing of any importance because that’s what life has pulled me into. Like I should grab my man, take him to Europe, fail all my classes, and spend my life living. But that’s not realistic, because chances are I’ll live until I’m 70 and then die.
And I feel selfish, because I’ve thought about killing myself before simply because I’m tired of living. There is so much potential to make something out of this gift that I’ve been given by the universe, and it’s hard not to squander it when things get tough or hopeless.
It makes me want to hug the people I love and never let go.
Day 5: What’s the most amazing thing that ever happened to you?
GOING AWAY FOR COLLEGE. Seriously, best decision I have ever made. Ever. I lived in Santa Cruz for 17 years and while it does have an awesome laid-back charm, I needed to experience some place new. Moving 500 miles away to San Diego assured that I wouldn’t be followed by parents or people I didn’t like, but made it so that going home was only a day’s worth of travel away. I met new people in college, have discovered a lot about myself, got out of a dysfunctional relationship (and into another one…um…still working on this), and lost 25 lbs. So, to everyone, LEAVE YOUR HOME TOWN FOR COLLEGE. It’s like majorly worth it.
Day 6: Your best friend
Danica. <3 Has been my best friend for 14 years (or more), and has stuck by me through lots of stuff. It always amazes me how we can be so different and yet so totally similar at the same time. I hope like hell she ends up transferring down to San Diego, cuz she is one of the main reasons I miss home. :(
Day 7: Pick lyrics and explain why you did
"Will you share your life with me
For the next ten minutes
For the next ten minutes, we can handle that
We could watch the waves
We could watch the sky
Or just sit and wait, til the time ticks by
And if we make it til then, can I ask you again
For another ten
And if you in turn agree to the next ten minutes
And the next ten minutes til the morning comes
Then just holding you might compel me to ask you for more
There are so many lives I want to share with you
I will never be complete until I Do.”
~ The Last 5 Years
I love this musical, and this song. The show itself is tragic, but this moment of light in the play, the connection between the two characters…I want to be proposed to like this.
Sanaya Forbes. 19. Born in Santa Cruz, California, lived in Ben Lomond for 17 years, then moved to Boulder Creek. Currently resides in San Diego, CA for school. 2nd year at UCSD studying Cog Sci, but unofficially dreaming of being a scenic designer and breaking into the theater department. Has a best best friend, a small circle of other friends, and then the rest of the world. Hates opening up to people because they never understand her. Feels awkward in social situations. Has trouble looking people in the eye during conversation. Is annoyed by stupidity or by too much intelligence. Is probably a hipster at heart. Loves to draw, paint, and sculpt. Sees that these aren’t useful skills for the real world. Doesn’t understand why in some families, hugging and being close with your parents is weird. Cries a lot. Loves sex. Wants a family one day, but only after doing everything she’s always dreamed about. Wants to be happy more than anything in the world.
Day 2: Explain your current relationship status.
Dating someone. Year anniversary is in less than a month. In that stage where I’m still trying to decide if he’s what I want. Cuz college is the time where you start meeting people and get to that age where marriage is presumable less than 10 year away. He is sweet, smart, and funny…sometimes. Other times he’s a pain in the ass, arrogant, overly-emotional, and immature. We’ve gotten into a million fights. He can’t seem to put me first. He won’t talk about things seriously, and whenever he gets in a ‘mood’, I get treated like shit. But he also holds me when I cry, knows when he fucks up, doesn’t care that I go crazy, will do silly shit with me, and understands the things I do. He is one of the few people in this world I have been able to be myself around, and who matches me so closely it’s scary. He accepts all of me. I guess that’s as much as I can ask for right now.
Day 3: If you could have one wish, what would it be?
That I could choose whatever job I wanted to and would get paid well and often for doing it.