"maybe if i ignore my assignments they will magically go away" a college story“they didn’t” the riveting sequel
'And now everything is due in two and a half hours and I can't get enough caffeine' the third book in the trilogy
- peeta was abused by his mother
- his entire family died in the bombing
- he was hijacked and made to hate the one person he had left that he loved
- he overcame all this bullshit and lived the rest of his life with katniss and their two children
yet people still say “peeta is weak”
Wait… him and Katniss have children? I though she chose … FUCK SPOILERS DAMMITA NFGHJFGJSRFHAEDRFTHYJKSRTHRJ!!!!!!!
do not underestimate how many times i can listen to a song in a row
when you find that perfect gif but don’t know how to use it
You can reverse the flow of the hotdogs if you concentrate hard enough
oh my god you can
I am not Hemmingway’s toothpaste,
riding shotgun on early dawn highways.
nor am I Kafka’s bed sheets,
bug infested and frightened of doctors.
If I were a math equation,
x would equal the sum of my attempts at great poetry.
loathed by classrooms.
I too am not Bukowski’s water glass,
untouched and forgotten.
I am not Kerouac’s typewriter,
also untouched and forgotten in alcoholic old age.
If I were a multiple choice question,
everyone would circle all the above,
leaving me to rot in cage of what-ifs.
I am not I who am I from my dreams,
and still yet not the I of the I who I want to be am.
but worth while.
The most important thing I learned, though, was that there is no such thing as “standard English” with a capital E. Instead there are many “englishes” with a lower case E. There is the english of the Caribbean and the english of the southern United States and the english of Oxbridge and the english rappers use in their music. Traditionally we’re taught that one of these is better than the rest, but in this class I learned that that’s an arbitrary distinction and not necessarily the case.
Why? Well, there are two schools of thought when it comes to how we should use language. One is “prescriptive” and it’s backed by grammar snobs and the kind of people who froth at the mouth over the decline of “the King’s English”. The other is “descriptive” and it’s more about accepting that how people use language is how language works. A prescriptivist believes in the idea of standard English and sees mistakes everywhere. A descriptivist sees many englishes, and none of them are standard.
[…] We’re all fluent in more than one english, for example the language of our peer group and the language of our parents’ generation. And then there are the two factors that have possibly the biggest impact on how we use language: education and socioeconomic status. When you judge people for what you consider to be poor grammar, you’re judging them for not being as good as you at something that might be a challenge because they didn’t have the advantages or experience you did. Maybe they haven’t had the luxury of worrying about their grammar. Maybe their use of language is right in line with their community. Maybe you’re just being a pedantic, prescriptivist jerk. — Why I Stopped Being a Grammar Snob — I.M.H.O. — Medium (via seeingdaylight)
I’m not sure if Louis C.K. is religious or not, but he has incisively touched upon a profound truth – if we do not allow ourselves to go to the deep, dark place, we deny ourselves the fullness of life and survive with superficial satisfaction. If church is to be a place where we invite people to meet with God, we must provide a space to plunge past the urges to placate those initial nagging thoughts of sad, and immerse ourselves in full-blown lament. This is often not the case in church communities. The Church is filled with resurrection Sunday people and not many Good Friday folks. Any hints of negativity or complaint is quickly shut down with a call to thanksgiving. We sing songs like, “When the darkness closes in Lord, still I will bless your name!” The taboo attached to swear words within Christian culture is a terrible barrier to true lament, because “gosh darn it, my wife just got diagnosed with cancer”, doesn’t do justice to the depth of sorrow. When our God given compassionate hearts encounter stories of abused children, it warrants a “Fuck it” in expression of our righteous rage. Like the kitschy Kincade paintings, the church masks over authentic suffering of the soul with pithy sayings and pat answers until all that glows is an artificial light, while true fire dies out. —
We Should Listen To Louis C.K.
Yes! I watched this interview of Louis where he talks about how all people have a sort of “forever empty” thing in us all that we try to pacify with things. He of course does not point to Christ as the answer, but I still found his brutally honest rant refreshing. I love that man, how he raises his children, and how he calls bullshit when he sees it… even if it’s about the brokenness of the church.(via yesdarlingido)
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