There are so many people in the world who are unhappy, and feel as if they’re a disappointment to the world, to their friends, to their parents. Well this is a message to all those people.
Do what makes you happy, don’t worry about what others think about you, because they’re not the ones living your life, you are. Be strong and live.
It’ll get better my friends. Keep your head up.
"LET GO OF THE PAST! For the past is not holding on to you, you’re the one holding on to it.” - Philip T. M."
"In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can."
Well…I did it.
Hey guys! Sorry its been so inactive around here. I’m slowly but surely getting finished with my finals.
Anyway, I found this and thought I had to share. The way body language can tell how a person is really feeling is something that I consider very interesting. I think it would be a great way to show, in a subtle way, how a character is really feeing.
Hope its useful! And good luck with finals! Hopefully, this place will be a bit more active once summer kicks in.
This was FYCD’s most popular post, so I think it would be nice to see it again.
I dropped out of law school. I feel light.
Now on to trying to figure out what I’m actually meant to do.
So here’s the real reason that rape jokes are troubled territory -
Because rape victims say so.
They get to say that. They get to feel that way. On this, they get to set the cultural rules.
It’s not about right or wrong, or logic versus emotion, or arguments of over sensitivity or hypocrisy - you have the free speech to make whatever jokes you want or talk about rape in whatever way you feel is illuminating. But they get to be upset about it. And call you on it. And be hurt by it.
But consider this:
You get to not be a rape victim.
They, however, are not afforded that luxury. Ever again.
When I first met him, I was young. Way too young. We became best friends and we were inseparable. We were just two second graders who were best friends.
Then he moved. I took it really hard. When he came back to visit, I was ecstatic. Fourth grade me was so excited to see him.
Then I moved away. And till high school, I didn’t really think much about him.
Then we became friends again in high school. And it was as if time had never passed by. Our friendship went straight back into best friend territory. Our conversations would last for hours. He was the reason I got insomnia again.
We drifted apart during our college years but we reunited again. He was my best friend again. We talked for hours again. Hours and hours and hours.
I fell in love with him before I even knew what was going on.
Almost three years later…I’m even more in love with him now than I ever thought possible.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get sick of him.
Why does it get dark so early :(