new outfit post is up. click-through for more pictures. details:
varsity jacket (old, similar)
Hello Holiday sweater c/o
thrifted skirt (similar)
Tabbisocks tights
Modcloth saddle shoes
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Time to make the casual observation that Rebecca very clearly chose to be a redhead because of Neal’s interest in Sara, who was a gorgeous redhead for quite some time. Of all the hair colors and wigs, she chose red. A date with Sara (1/20/12 at 9300 1st Avenue) was also one of the first things in the list of Neal’s meetings in one of Rebecca’s files.
LET IT GO sequence from Frozen in 25 languages
HERE COMES THE LYRICS! DON’T ASK ME HOW TO PRONOUNCE!
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen.
La royaume de solitude, Ma place est là pour toujours
Der Wind, er heult so wie der Sturm ganz tief in mir.
Het werd mij te veel, hoe ik mijn best ook deed.
Bié ràng tāmen jìnlái kànjiàn, zuò hǎo nǚhái, jiù xiàng nǎi de cóngqián
Visa ingenting, vad du än gör, allt är förstört
Arinomama no sugata miseru no yo
Libre soy, libre soy, libertad sin vuelta atrás
Wszystkim wbrew na ten gest mnie stać
Jöjjön száz orkán, és közben a szívemen ül a jég
Desde la distancia, qué pequeño todo es
I les pors que em dominaven per sempre han fugit
Non è un difetto, è una virtù e non la fermerò mai più
Naemamdaelo jayulobge sallae
Sad je kraj, sad je kraj Na krilima vetra sam
Sui yik yui chuen sam gong Mong diu jau tin bei gong
Estou aqui, e vou ficar! Venha a tempestade
Kuasaku buat hidup bercelaru
Podvlastny mne moroz i lod, nu chto za divnyy dar
Og som krystaller står en tanke ganske klar
Shte spra da bŭda az na minaloto plen
La den gå, la den gå, jeg skal stige lik solen nå
Pl̀xy xxk mā leik s̀xn rên dĕk dī mị̀ h̄ĕn mī kh̀ā
Je suis là, comme je l’ai rêvé
En de storm raast door, De vrieskou, daar zat ik toch al niet mee
And so the ultimate english Let it go version is…
English: The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen.
French: The kingdom of loneliness, my place will always be here
German: The wind, it howls like the storm deep inside me
Dutch: It became to much for me, no matter how hard I tried
Mandarin: Don’t let them come, (don’t let them) see. Be the good girl, just like how you used to be.
Swedish: Don’t show anything whatever you do… Everything is ruined!
Japanese: The true self, (I will) show (it)
Latin American Spanish: I am free, I am free… freedom without having to return!
Polish: Everyone against, this gesture I can afford (to give)!
Hungarian: Come hundreds of windstorms! And meanwhile my heart is wrapped in ice.
Castilian Spanish: From the distance, how small everything is.
Catalan: and the fears that have dominated me, have gone away forever
Italian: It’s not a defect, it’s a virtue and I’ll never stop it again
Korean: I would live freely, to my heart’s content!
Serbian: Now it ends, now it ends, I’m on the wings of wind
Cantonese: Whoever, regardless, also desires to say with all the heart. Forget the strains of yesterday, the sorrowful songs!
Portoguese: I am here, and I’m staying! Come the storm!
Bahasia Malaysia: My powers make my life chaotic.
Russian: I have power over the frost, ice, what a marvelous gift!
Danish: And like crystals, a thought stands clear.
Bulgarian: I will stop being, a captive to the past!
Norwegian: Let it go, let it go, I will rise like the sun now.
Thai: Let it out, don’t hide! There’s nothing worth about being a good child.
Canadian French: I’m here as I have dreamed of!
Flemish: And the storm rages on! The freezing cold is already there, and I don’t care about it anyway.
First of all, the Hungarian to English is so poetic, and second, EARGASM
- Me: *gets on bus* omg everyone is watching me and judging me and they're going to laugh when the bus starts and im not sitting down, omg dont put your ticket in the wrong way or everyone will judge you and laugh at you.
- Me: *goes to pay for shopping* omg what if I dont have enough money? *counts money out 20 times* what if I look stupid, or say the wrong thing? am I standing in the right spot even? What if someone else wants to get past and im in the way, omg.
- Me: *says hey to someone online* omg, they arent replying, holy shit why am I so annoying? what if they tell their friends how annoying and lame I am? Why am I like this, holy shit.
- Me: *meets someone new* What if they dont like me and dont want me to be around, I shouldnt have met them, im going to be a burden, they're probably critisizing me right now, why am I the way I am?
what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?
one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean
everyone stop this is my new favorite joke ever
Just a few features of my anxiety
- Me: *gets on bus* omg everyone is watching me and judging me and they're going to laugh when the bus starts and im not sitting down, omg dont put your ticket in the wrong way or everyone will judge you and laugh at you.
- Me: *goes to pay for shopping* omg what if I dont have enough money? *counts money out 20 times* what if I look stupid, or say the wrong thing? am I standing in the right spot even? What if someone else wants to get past and im in the way, omg.
- Me: *says hey to someone online* omg, they arent replying, holy shit why am I so annoying? what if they tell their friends how annoying and lame I am? Why am I like this, holy shit.
- Me: *meets someone new* What if they dont like me and dont want me to be around, I shouldnt have met them, im going to be a burden, they're probably critisizing me right now, why am I the way I am?
It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.
Not all men.
I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.
Not all men.
Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.
Not all men.
Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.
Not all men.
Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:
“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…
Not all men.
Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:
-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a strangerI break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?
Not all men.
It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.
I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.
Not.
All.
Men.
I don’t understand how in movies when there’s some scene about someone sitting on the bus and thinking about life they just have their head rested against the window and it looks so calming and shit like no have you ever put your head against a window while the bus is moving it feels like your cranium is a blender and your brain is becoming a smoothie
