CrazeeBelle

I have a playlist just called girls and its gay and im going to leave it here in lesbian solidarity. EDIT: pt. 2

Carmen by Lana del rey

Diet mountain dew by Lana del rey

Goddess by banks

Girls by beatrice eli

Nights with you by MØ

Pynk by Janelle Monae

Girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Curious & sleepover both by Hayley Kiyoko

Te amo by Rihanna

Boyfriend by tegan and sara

Strangers by Halsey

She keeps me warm by Mary Lambert

I need a woman to love & and then she kissed me- both off the universal love wedding songs reimagined album

Girlfriend by Icona pop

Honey by Kehlani

Girl crush by little big town

Girl by the internet

Only a girl by gia

I kissed a girl by Jill Sobule

Daisy by Zedd (sung by Julia Micheals tho)

All the things she said by t.A.t.U

She by Jen Foster

Take me to church by ellie goulding/Grace gaustad

Cant feel my face by Kina Grannis

I didnt just kiss her by Jen foster

Virginia Hall (1906-1982): The Most Dangerous Spy of All 

Book 2 available here. Full entry on the website - with footnotes and citations  - available right here. Art notes after the cut.

This movie has been in various states of development for like a decade, but I think it’s got incredibly good odds of being in the current development climate.

And while we’re here, have a cute picture of Virginia and Paul (he’s the one on the right). The other two pictured are OSS reinforcements who came in along with Paul, but neither stuck around very long - so I relegated their presence in the story to a footnote.

I live in a conservative town. We were on spring break. There are max 8 people in the theater. During the movie, everyone was silent. All you could hear were the girls behind me crying and laughing, the quiet gasps from the male and female couple in front of me, my friends whispered words under their breath, and my own quiet sobbing into my glove. The movie ends. The credits roll. We all get out of our seats. Someone holds the door for me, I hold it for someone else. We all make eye contact with each other at some point and we come to an unspoken agreement. They weren’t there, I wasn’t there, we saw no one we knew. Except we all knew each other, I knew everyone’s names and they knew mine. But the fear in their eyes, that gave way to understanding, acceptance, agreement and camaraderie, made us all silently promise in that split second of eye contact to take a vow of silence. We held the door for each other. Nodded at each other. We walked away to our respective cars. We said nothing.

This is long-awaited story, and I am finally ready to tell it.

It all begins with this celestial image that I uploaded as my student ID picture:

Then, out of the blue, I received this email:

It was a fair request. Not everyone can handle the beauty of a Farah sunrise, and it would probably be too distracting for the campus staff members.

I uploaded a more classic, simple look:

Yet Rebecca was still unsatisfied:

Here is where I got offended. What is wrong with my face against a black background? If anything, the simplicity of the cut-out makes it easier to identify me. And if the “quality and zoom” of the picture is fine, then why is “all that black space” a problem? Seriously, I cannot find a single reason why a black background would be an issue here. Are you trying to save on ink costs or some shit? Or would a skyline somehow legitimize the image? You’re trying to identify my FACE. This is the easiest way to look at my face. Rebecca was obviously completely irrational, but I complied. I sent in an un-photoshopped image.

Finally! Well…not so fast. Rebecca once again proved her mental volatility with a most disappointing flip-flop:

Talk about a blow to the heart! I couldn’t gain the man’s approval while wearing a hood. So, I uploaded a picture to show Rebecca how she made me feel:

And then, the most painful rejection of them all:

So mean. So, so mean. Rebecca’s high standards and emotional unavailability finally forced me to give up. I was never going to gain her validation. But you know what? If she couldn’t handle the whole package–photoshop and all–then she just wasn’t worth it.

It was time to stop changing myself to impress her. So I sent her one last image of the real me–the way I see myself:

She never responded :’(

But as it turns out, Rebecca is on the Residential Life team, and she told ResLife that no one should have to be my roommate. So I got a single dorm room.

One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box.  I let her out and decide, hey, I’m hungry, and decide to the kitchen.  I forgot to shut the bedroom door. 

Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent.  My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up.  I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guy’s leg, purring, and doing her “let me on your lap” meow.  The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out.  I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude she’s harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her.  Very slowly he touches my cat’s face, and she leans right into his hand.  He then pets her back and sighs because she’s really soft and purring like mad.  After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if it’s okay if she sits on his lap.