I am the 'who' when you call 'who's there?'

Pumpkin

BOO!!!

I <3

Halloween

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Dinolove

Spread It

I’ve decided! People say ‘hate’ too much. We complain all the time, we protest, we point out all the bad things about everything, from what someone is wearing to their own shortcomings. Once I dared a fried not to say the word ‘hate’ for a whole day.
I won.
So I’m going to say ‘fuck that, and fuck being reserved.’ The glass is half full, people, because you have to fill it before you empty it again! So here it goes, a short list of a few things I like, to sweeten things up.

Strange Love

The way water splurts from my feet when I walk right after getting out of the pool
The way animal tongues curl when they yawn
The way Freddie doesn’t stop singing if the song is cut off even though most people would at least lower their voice
When people laugh really loudly in really quiet places, Helen
The sleepy feeling I get in the car late at night
The roar of the crowd in live bands when they realize what song is going to be played
The feeling of complete fear and excitement when I’m doing something incredibly stupid
The shiver I get when I see/hear a fantastic piece of art
The smell of the San Javier air when I walk away from the plane
When my stomach feels like it’s going to split in two from laughing so hard yet I still can’t catch my breath long enough to stop
Sneezing
The way my dog wags her tail if I say her name in a very high-pitched voice
When I hit my elbow on something and a jolt of pain shoots up my arm
Bone-crushing hugs
When someone comes out shouting BOO!

Those are only 15 things I like and I would LOVE it if you would reply to this (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE), or write your own blog-post, describing 15 things YOU like, and consequently prompt more people into doing the same!

Spread the love people!

Throw

God, I’m so fucking bored.

I was thinking that a second ago, and then a Chuck Palahniuk quote came into mind.
‘All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.’
And that last line is so terrifying, like the person with the finger on the trigger saying don't, that I felt a shiver down my spine, felt like flying, or throwing myself off a building.
And then I stopped.

…Is that God speaking?

Hey there, Freckles

I think it’s amazing what people do and do not find beautiful. That something can be attractive to one person and unattractive to another. And I’m going beyond obvious things like size and talking about specific features. I will portray this with the example of freckles. I myself don’t have many and find them completely charming.
Gorgeous.
Yet I’ve known people with dot-covered skin who hates them the same way most people detest wrinkles or acne.

My theory is that the attitude towards a feature depends on experience, which seems pretty obvious because if someone is constantly bullied and criticised for having freckles they would associate them with unhappiness and pain and therefore wish for a lack of freckles. People who are flattered and complimented by them would be in the opposite position, they would hold positive feelings towards their freckles, like a mirror for the positive feelings other people reflect on them.
Or more commonly, people who seen models with freckle-free skin can do nothing more but associate beauty with frecklelessness.

Little Goldfish

And so I wonder, if something humongous, terrifying happened, and any kind of media or advertising were banned or disabled, how would we regard beauty in 500 years?

I may be contradicting myself now but beyond all the difference in opinion, there is still an iconic image which is typical beauty. A ‘nice figure’ is hourglassed. Nice features are smooth, distinctive.

But if we didn’t have models showing us that beauty, no adverts telling us how to achieve it, would we forget that image? In those 500 years, would different countries develop their own kind of beauty, or would the whole world devise a healthier version of past beauty?
This is like trying to write history for the fiction section.
(Impossible.)

What is beauty but a mere illusion, therefore? One which we cannot break ourselves out of, just like we can’t force something to taste good or a note to sound melodic. And though this is true, and everybody knows this (making this post rather pointless) I find it...nice. Even though we seemed chained by the conditions society has set upon us, our view of beauty is a sense of freedom. Something which I believe is purely human, and humans have so little to boast about that I find myself doing
Just
That.


As final point of humour, please look at this and then read the artist's comment.
I agree completely!

Show-And-Tell

There are three comics (if you can call them that) which I follow and want to share with all of you. They are all made of something different, containing a unique ingredient that makes their individual tastes stand out. To stomach them you require an open sense of humour, an enjoyment of insanity, an understanding of randomness.
HERE THEY COME!

Dinosaur Comics: Randomness in all its dinosaur-shaped glory.

This is where the 'awesome' quote comes from.

XKCD: 'A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.'
The drawing are simple and the text complicated. If you like science and comedy you are going to love this.




Truth and Beauty Bombs: Disjointed, ecologically valid photography that captures life as it is; beautiful in all its ugliness, short in every long day, gentle in all its harshness. And the words that shape the images are all that create a softer world.



I'd Rather Die Terrified
Than Live Forever

Firsts Days

How many firsts days have we had?
First at life, first at home, first in new city, first at school. You only get one of each.
So, welcome to DAY UNO of my breathtaking blog. Rollercoaster letters is what I feed; I accept rewards of music and useless facts. RAWR.

Picture By: http://m4rea.deviantart.com/

Can you remember any first days?
First Day Ever: Came out of my mother’s vagina today. IT WAS NOT FUN.
First Day in a New House: Boxes, the smell of dust. Ask mum if you can help decorate, crayons in hand. Beds were late, the whole family had to sleep in the same room on self-made cots. Night was filled with dreams of hidden passages and new neighbours.
First Day in a New City: Life sucks again, but there is exhilaration beyond the wall of memories that seem to make up most of your world now. Every street is a stranger, every tree new to climb.
First Day at School: Snot in nose, tears on mum’s sleeve. What do they mean stay here!? HERE!? IN THE PLACE WITH THE DOOR DECORATED WITH THE BEAR SAYING; HAVE A BEARY NICE DAY!?!?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!