“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”—Hunter S. Thompson
Yesterday i was reading that someone was asking about make up and that you have been asked that more than once. Women wondering if it is trully feminist-like to embelish themselves and care about what they wear. And i couldn’t help to think that was a bit dumb to care about what make up, clothes…
It’s just… she’s so in love and happy. And they’re always cuddling right in front of me, and I see them look at one another and it’s one of those looks, y’know? I’m happy for her, I really am. It’s just… It’s just…
I think the part that kills me the most is that I came into my sophomore year thinking that I would date a guy living in our building, but it is she who dates a guy living in our building. So not only am I heartbroken, but I’m alone in this.
“Last week, a federal appeals court ruled that the gender discrimination charges brought against Wal-Mart are eligible for a class action lawsuit, the largest such lawsuit in American history. The suit alleges Wal-Mart created a system that often pays its female workers less than their male co-workers for similar jobs and overlooks women for promotions. Over one million women are banning together to tell the country’s largest private employer that it is not okay to pay them less just because of their anatomy. That 47 years after the Equal Pay Act, you actually have to start following the rules.”—
“Now, the world can be an unfair place at times,
and your lows with have their complement of highs.
And if anyone should cheat you,
take advantage of,
or beat you,
Raise Your Head,
and wear your wounds with pride.
You must stick up for yourself, son.”—"Ambling Alp," Yeasayer
Maybe because I haven’t felt like myself lately. I think it’s also because some less than ideal things have been happening to me, and I haven’t been dealing with them like I usually deal with thins. Typically, I cry - that’s how I get over stuff. But this time, I haven’t cried at all.
I really haven’t been myself lately. Just shut down on the inside, somewhat normal to the outside world.