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“Congratulations - you just made a conversation about salad and hamburgers about the struggle of childbirth.”

TBH Parentfriends, I’m probably tired of looking at pictures of your kid every other day, so I just hid you from my Newsfeed, because what’s important to you isn’t all that important to me. Sorry, not sorry, no one’s feelings got hurt.

don’t let tumblr make you believe that you need:

- really good metal

- crazy rice farms

there is nothing inherently wrong with:

- hanging out between the mountains

- eating nuts off trees

Hi guys! Here’s a masterpost of some inspirational quotes taken from classical literature that you can use in your bullet journal, planner, or whenever you need some extra motivation! Italicized are some of my favorites that really help me stop procrastinating and get through the day :) 

romans:

seneca:

“i will storm the gods, and shake the universe.”

“luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

“if one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.”

“it is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, but because we do not dare, things are difficult.”

“sometimes it is an act of bravery even to live.”

ovid:

“nothing is stronger than habit.”

“let your hook be always cast. in the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.”

“endure and persist; this pain will turn into good by and by.”

“what is without periods of rest will not endure.”

virgil:

“they can because they think they can.”

“let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.”

“work conquers all.”

“practice and thought may forge many an art.”

“we cannot all do everything.”

horace:

“adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant.”

“he who has begun has half done. dare to be wise; begin!”

“remember when life’s path is steep to keep your mind even.”

“mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. it is lovely to be silly at the right moment.”

“he who feared that he would not succeed sat still.”

catullus:

“often has leisure ruined great kings and fine cities.”

“if anything has happened to one who ever yearned and wished but never hoped, that is a rare pleasure of the soul.”

“i hate and i love. perhaps you ask why i do this? i do not know, but i feel it happening and i am tortured.”

greeks:

homer:

“the fates have given mortals hearts that can endure.”

“some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.”

“for a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.”

“there is a time for many words and there is a time also for sleep.”

sappho:

“may I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.”

“beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.”

“you who judge me, for me you are nothing.”

plato:

“be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

“no one should be discouraged who can make constant progress, even though it be slow.”

“music is a moral law. it gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.”

“the first and best victory is to conquer self.”

“the beginning is the most important part of the work.”

aristotle:

“the roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”

“pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.”

“poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.”

“we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” (misattributed, but too good to pass up :) )

plutarch:

“the mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”

“what we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.”

“to make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.”

“painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.”

“to find fault is easy; to do better may be difficult.”

I hope you find these useful, or at least enjoyed reading through them! Let me know which are your favorites! 

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

 was admitted to Julliard at 8.  

was performing in top venues by 16.  

pioneered “swinging the classics” and made the equivalent of a million dollars a year doing it.  

was the first person of color to have their own national TV show.  

went to Hollywood but refused to be cast as a “singing maid.”  Demanded and got control over her casting, her wardrobe, and how footage featuring her was cut.  

refused to perform in segregated venues and led charges for integration in several northern cities, notably Spokane.  

CANDLES AND PENS AND FOUNDING FATHERS WHO SING

CANDLES AND PENS AND FOUNDING FATHERS WHO SING

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