No Makeup
So I’ve been sticking with my whole No Makeup Monday for a while. And it has progressively turned into No Makeup Any Day. I can’t decide whether I’ve realized I’m pretty in my own way, or if I’ve just stopped caring.
I don’t know why stream requested Troll Obama. They just did. I kept saying “I’m going to jail.” while drawing this.
this may or may not be the best thing i have ever seen
fuck
these are a few of my favorite things
I just… I don’t even know what this is but I think it belongs on my blog.
…Trollbama… This is beautiful…
Oh, this is going to be fun. In Laurens County in South Carolina, the Republican Party decided that in order to be on the ballot, you should pledge that you’ve never had pre-marital sex and will never watch porn again.
Are you serious? Why are they so obsessed with sexual “purity”? Whether someone chose to have sex before marriage or not, or what they do in the bedroom in general, has no place in politics as long as its consensual and such.
Seriously — we should be concentrating on their abilities as a political leader, not this ridiculousness.
lol, Christian Conservatives are funny people.
I love this! I support it 100%! And remember, do not interfere with God’s plan for America. Pray, don’t vote! ~ Steve
I hate my state…
Grr…
Just having one of those moments where I hate humanity and have lost all hope in it.
Made the mistake of reading Christian and anti-choice tumblrs…
Regretting everything.
So many people are ignorant and stupid and just plain HORRIBLE. And I hate it. And it makes me depressed.
Here’s hoping this is just PMS, but something’s telling me it’s not.
Bleh.
Everyone seriously needs to watch this documentary.
It may be a little violent at times, but it lets you see things in a whole new light. It’s absolutely amazing. I cry every time I watch it.
Tired…
I’m tired of a lot of things.
My dad, school, my cousins, my thoughts…
I’m just sick and tired of my dad. I feel next to nothing for him now. He has put me down so much in the past and continues to do so. He belittles everything I do. He never supports me. He talks down to me. He’s always disappointed in something I’ve done. He’s upset that I have to take medication for my anxiety disorders. He gets mad at the slightest things. He belittles me. He acts like I’m an idiot who can’t do anything right and will never amount to anything in my life. He says I’m weak. He calls me a sissy.
Sometimes I find myself believing him.
I’ve gotten excellent grades all my life. I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink, I don’t have sex, I don’t sneak out at night, I don’t party, I don’t hurt other people… I just wanted him to be proud of me. Was that too much to ask?
I’m tired of hearing of all the horrible things people are saying about myself and others. A girl on my floor who, by the way, has never talked to me, said that I seemed like the kind of person who would put a curse on everyone.
And people agreed.
I’m just glad I have a few allies on my floor who stood up for me, but it still hurts…
My cousin hasn’t talked to me since his 21st birthday in December, all because I didn’t want to go to a shooting range with him for his party. What’s worse is he got his sister, who I used to be good friends with, into the situation. She texted me, telling me that I had deeply hurt the family and that I couldn’t justify what I’d done.
Since then, she has talked with me and we’ve hung out. She was the first person I told in the family that I was an atheist when I was 12. She seems to have forgotten, since she is always asking me to pray for someone. She also made some negative comments about others that have deeply affected me. And that hurt since she said she accepted me the way I was all those years ago. This only made me realize how different we were, and we could never truly be friends. Her brother still hasn’t spoken to me, even though I’ve seen him.
It’s been nearly three months…
Why do people treat me this way? What is it about me that makes people react so negatively? What did I do? Did I even do anything? I keep asking myself:
Is there something wrong with me…?
But these words had an enormous influence on me. I thought about them continually, and only long after the most diverse interactions with people did I come to understand at last the meaning they ascribe to these strange words. Their meaning is this: The lives of human beings are guided not by deeds but by words. They love not so much the possibility of doing or not doing something as the possibility of talking about various things in words agreed upon among themselves. Such are the words considered to be very important among them, such is the essence of the word mine, which they use for different things, creatures and objects, even for land, people, and horses. They agree that only one person can say mine about the same thing. And according to this game agreed upon by them, whoever can say mine about the greatest number of things is considered to be the happiest. Why this is so I don’t know, but it is so.
[…]
There are people who call land theirs but have never seen or set foot on this land. There are people who call other people theirs but have never laid eyes on these people; and their entire relationship with them consists of doing them evil. There are people who call certain women their women or wives, but these women live with other men. And people strive in life not to do what is considered good but to call as many things as possible theirs.
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“Holstomer: The Story of a Horse” By Leo Tolstoy
Translation by Howard Blue
This story is in the perspective of a horse. Here he is describing how he feels as being called “my horse” by the head groomsman and what this word mine means. I think it is a wonderful description.
Let’s See How Long This Actually Lasts…
I’ve decided that, from now on, every Monday will be ‘No Makeup Monday’ for me. Today, I did not put on any makeup. Of course, having low self-esteem, I kinda looked in the mirror and thought “Ugh…” before scurrying off to class.
After that, though, I completely forgot the fact that I wasn’t wearing makeup. I don’t wear much in the first place - just a little foundation and maybe eyeliner - but I can see the difference.
But it seems no one else really does. This makes me quite happy. Perhaps my brain is just over exaggerating the flaws I see.
It also felt freeing. Like, “Take that society that tell me I need makeup to be pretty!”
Sure, I look childish and younger than I actually am, but that’s still a kind of pretty, yes? Natural beauty. Real beauty. Although I guess ‘cute’ would be a better way to describe it.
It kinda sounds dumb, but whatever. That’s my view.
No Makeup Mondays - hopefully boosting self-esteem, one Monday at a time.
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…And that sounds like a cult. So, join me friends!
Or not. Doesn’t really matter, but it may make you feel good :)
