#morethoughts

“Al principio, en medio o al final. Mis historias comenzarán y continuarán donde quiera que yo lo desee. La narrativa personal es la libertad que me permite ser mis personajes y mis historias, incluiré a quien quiero, cuando quiero y como quiero. Parar, seguir, es mi decisión.” Decidió comprar unos nuevos tenis, una nueva mochila y tomar su camino cuando el sol llegara a sus pies. Mientras tanto disfrutaba de la sombra de la mañana con su thermo de té de jengibre, pensando en lo valioso de sus alveolos, hoy había otros tesoros. #cuentosdeAna #othertreasures #othertime #otherway #morethoughts (en National September 11 Memorial & Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMSEULwDGZ9/?igshid=1t594ph197jq5

#thoughts and #morethoughts

i want to be different

I have this dream. It's kind of like a happy place in my mind. It happens whenever I listen to sweet disposition by the temper trap. When I was in year ten, we went to the zoo for biology and it was a really beautiful day and I remember coming back on the train listening to the temper trap and looking out the window, feeling absolutely at peace. I had good friends for the first time in years and I didn't know where I was going in the bigger picture but I didn't care because that train was leading me home and home didn't seem so awful anymore. So whenever I listen to that song, I see that train and I feel the glow of that sunlight and I'm at peace. But I don't imagine the train leading me back here anymore. I imagine it leading me far away, just carrying on for miles while I stare out that same window and feel the sunlight on my face. I think that for religious people heaven isn't just a reward for good behaviour, it's an end to the circus and so they welcome it gladly. It's home for them, even before they've been there. I think my train vision is a similar concept, it's not quite heaven but it's definitely long way from hell. A long way from the circus. So when I'm feeling erratic and out of control, I go back to the train in my mind and I feel it carrying me away. Carrying me towards the sun. And I'm the only one on there. It's just me and the sunlight breaking through the trees outside. And it's not scary or lonely, it's the closest I've ever felt to quiet inside my own head. I always tell people that I can't mediate and it's true, I'm awful at it but sometimes I think dreams are just as magic. You might be able to find silence with meditation, but I find heaven inside a train. #morethoughts #eventhonooneasked #wontstoptillitsover #itsaphilosophicalkindofday

I cause in my head are where thoughts can keep me higher #things #morethoughts #keep #itsmylife #cause #stronger #good #day #blackandwhite #shades #moreshades

Now, why are they called meninists? Shouldn't they be called masculists? After all, judging by the roots, the inherent opposite of feminine is masculine. Which brings me to an altogether different point. I'm all for equality of genders, I consider myself an equalist. But shouldn't feminism stretch to men who are feminine or mtf trans individuals? And, by contrast, shouldn't masculism stretch to women who want to celebrate their masculinity or ftm trans individuals? You know. Just thinking.