Omg my friend Spencer Horsman is a magician and escape artist and he was just on America’s Got Talent and he made it through the first round and now I AM SCREAMING
SCREAMING
CRYING
JUMPING UP AND DOWN
CONGRATS SPENCER! <3
2 days ago · 4 notes
I just had this weird remembrance of this time when I was nine years old. I don’t remember what was going on that day, but I’m pretty sure it was a good-average day where nothing in particular had occurred, but all of a sudden I started crying and I had no idea why. It wasn’t the type of sobbing, screaming, hyperventilating that you’d normally think of as a nine year old crying, but quiet, confused tears that made me a little irritated because I knew they had no business being on my face. When my mom asked me what was wrong I said “I want something to happen!” and when she looked at me funny and asked what I was waiting to happen I didn’t understand what she meant. What was I waiting for? What are any of us waiting for? I just wanted some special event to happen to me that would make my life different or interesting or remarkable. But then I got to thinking that even if I did have some sort of amazing outofthisworld experience, what difference would it make? Wouldn’t I still be like everyone else? I mean, unless I saved the entire world or became a worldwide icon overnight or discovered life on Mars how different could I be from any other person? And even if I was different, who would have cared? What difference would it have made? I realized it really wouldn’t have made any difference at all, and that just made me even more upset and confused.
So I kept crying until I fell asleep and when I woke up it was like nothing had even happened. I was just some annoying nine year old girl that talked too loud and never listened to anything anyone told her to do and, when asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, said “a diva!” But regardless, there I was, crying into my pillow. Some nine year old girl having an existential crisis before she even knew what an existential crisis was. And here I am, eight years later, and I’m still waiting for whatever I was waiting for when I was nine-absolutely nothing. But, at the same time, everything.
2 weeks ago · 3 notes
Anonymous asked: “Do you have less respect for black girls who have weaves/perms?”
It’s not that I have less respect for girls who aren’t natural, it’s that I have more respect for girls who are.
In a society where the standard of beauty is highly eurocentric and natural hair is often considered weird or ugly, it takes a lot more strength, confidence, and forward and independent thinking to wear your hair natural as opposed to conforming to the White Is Right standard. Natural hair shows that you are strong, independent, and a free thinker. Relaxed hair doesn’t mean you’re NOT those things, it just means you’re altering your appearance based on society’s inherent racism. I don’t think that being affected by society is something to be ashamed of, as ALL of us are and that effect can be hard to overcome.
I don’t lose respect for someone if they get a weave or relax their hair, but I do GAIN a lot of respect for women who decide to go natural.
2 weeks ago · 4 notes
The amount of feelings I have about the Equalists is ridiculous. So, read on if you wanna join in as a geek out about Avatar for a couple paragraphs.
2 weeks ago · 6 notes
another bit from the Writing Journal
When you said “Oh, I’m like an open book,” I was prepared for a children’s story, not the complex, twisted, labyrinth of a Faulkner that you rewrote every time you took a breath. I’d have to graph out each chapter on every wall in my house just to understand the author’s purpose of having you say “Hello” to me every morning in the hall instead of “Good morning.”
Okay, you may think I post from my writing journal a lot but I really don’t at all considering how much I write in it. I write about five of these little things in my journal on the daily, except most of them are like “I like the sky. It’s pretty because it has nice colors. :) ”
3 weeks ago · 1 note
Anonymous asked: “if you get into the Summer Highschool nyu has pretty much told you "you better go to our school or else." The 6 credits you get are transferable but they make them a bitch to transfer because they seriously want all the summer highschool kids to just stick with nyu and never stray. So basically, you're in, don't worry.”
Omg no, don’t tell me that, I’ll cry. I’ve been told a LOT that the summer highschool is like pre-admission but STILL WHAT IF I DO SOMETHING WRONG AND THEY DECIDE I’M AWFUL AND SHOULD GO TO REJECT UNIVERSITY? I DON’T WANNA GO TO RU THEY DON’T EVEN OFFER CREATIVE WRITING AS A MAJOR :c
3 weeks ago · 0 notes
I seriously hope so. I’m applying next fall and I really really really hope I get in because NYU’s my spirit school. I got a login for the site and everything because I got accepted to do a summer program there :) I’m taking two dramatic writing courses (one in playwriting the other in screenwriting) July 8 - August 4 for 6 credits! I’m super excited about it but I’m also nervous as shit gah because actual serious college courses. Hopefully I do 100% awesome over the summer so I can convince them that I’m great and should go to their school for real.
Seriously though, Albert = literally the glitchiest website ever created.
3 weeks ago · 2 notes
What.
So, I took a nap earlier today and when I woke up my writing journal was open on my bed with “I hated you so much that I loved you, then I loved you so much that I hated you” written across a page in my handwriting.
I’ve heard of sleepwalking, but is sleepwriting a thing or am I just crazy?
3 weeks ago · 5 notes
Story time
Saturday night I was at my dad’s house and he rented this documentary called African Cats that was about a single mom cheetah and two rival lion prides and my cat just sat on the bed watching it TOTALLY enthralled. And then she spent the rest of the night stalking and hiding in the potted plants and pouncing on us. I’m scared, my cat thinks she’s like a fucking panther or something now.
1 month ago · 7 notes
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