Filipino by birth, Qatari at heart.
New Yorker by dream.
(I tend to be pretentious at times, too. Sorry.)
I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things
Current obsessions include: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ed Sheeran, Adele, One Direction (judge away) and a plethora - by plethora I mean excessively unhealthy doses - of TV shows including: GameOfThrones, Sherlock, AgentsOfSHIELD, TheWalkingDead, Hannibal, OrphanBlack, BatesMotel, DowntonAbbey, OUAT, Suits, TeenWolf, Skins, Homeland, B99, HIMYM, TBBT, Misfits, BrBa (and way more: tags)
We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
- Captain America: The Winter Soldier - April 4
- The Amazing Spider-Man 2 - May 2
- X-Men: Days Of Future Past - May 23
- Guardians of the Galaxy - August 1
This is what I’m most excited about this year tbh <3 <3 <3
Macbooks have this optional feature wherein a voice would remind you the time by the hour. And I really liked it at first. In a way it helped me manage time especially whenever I’m on a deep trance on tumblr or buzzfeed or thoughtcatalog or jumping through links on wikipedia, it would snap me out of my ‘hypnosis’ and remind me that I still have responsibilities and time is fucking ticking. The voice would go, “It’s 4 o’clock” but in my head that would mean “it’s time to get your lazy ass off the bed and go hit the gym”, or “it’s 7pm” = “go feed yourself already”, “it’s 9pm” = “bitch go get the laundry before the shop closes”, “it’s 3 am” = “it’s 3 in the morning, Diane, go the fuck to sleep, you have a class in 4 hours”, etcetera, etcetera. In a way it helps increase my productivity and/or lessen my slothful tendencies..
But these past few days, I began to hate it. Whenever I hear that voice, it’s like a constant reminder of how lackluster my life has become.. How much time I’ve spent/wasted doing things I don’t like, or worse, how many hours I’ve spent doing absolutely nothing. “It’s 6pm, you have an oral exam in a course you loathe tomorrow, better start memorizing shit already.” “It’s 8pm, you have.. well, nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no one to see, looks like it’s just you and me again and a bunch of movies you’ve watched a dozen times.” “It’s 10pm, you’re on your second film, it’s a Saturday, shouldn’t you be out pretending to be social or something?” “It’s 12 o’clock, another day has passed, another heart-wrenchingly boring and uneventful day has passed.” “It’s 1am, you’re still awake.” “It’s 2am, what exactly are you doing with your life right now?”
For the first time I noticed - as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next - that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. It was all right.
i have come to the conclusion that we’re all charles boyle
we can’t go a few minutes without getting injured somehow
we all love food
we make awful jokes
and we ship jake x amy
conclusion: we are all charles boyle
yes yes yes yes
Because you’re an amazing person, Rae.
i love it when people try to hurt my feelings bc i don’t have any lmao
do you ever just want someone to come over and lay on the floor with you for a while