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KONY 2012: Part II - Beyond Famous (by invisiblechildreninc)
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Be there.
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Jump-start My Heart
Jump-start My Heart
Why the hell can’t love be simple? Ever? It honestly isn’t fair, when you think about it. I mean, in all the cliche Disney movies and cheesy cartoons and fluffy, repetitive romantic comedies, everyone’s emotions are clear. It’s so easy to tell what the characters are feeling (even if they can’t) and right away you can get a good feel of who’s going to end up with who. The rest is just a perfect pathway of fate leading to the ending you most likely already predicted—consciously or not.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this is definitely NOT how real life works, nor will it ever be. It’s a commonly accepted fact amongst everyone: that mushy, gushy, exclusive eternal love only exists within the confines of the silver screen.
So why does everyone seem to be in denial about it?
Not just girls, mind you, although you may be thinking that. I happen to know that at least one in five boys is not looking for bedroom companionship alone.
Although it doesn’t seem that way does it? I guess it could vary state-to-state…
And yes, I do blame myself for being in denial as well, don’t think that I believe myself to be off the hook just because I’m writing this. Ah, denial. Where would I be without it?
Probably not in Cairo, that’s for sure.
In any case: I, like most people, have this elusive and dream-like vision of love that I’m constantly leaning on the edge of my seat in anticipation for. So far, I’ve only managed to fall flat on my face a dozen times—due to the fact that the long-ass documentary that is my life keeps handing me these anticlimaxes that lead my very impressionable naïveté to think it’s come across the real thing. So much for love at first sight.
You may be wondering: why the hell is she bothering to post this?
Boredom, mostly. And because I need to vent at SOMETHING.
And before you ask, no I did not go through another heartbreak. Well, not really.
Let me just say that it’s not like I’ve been betrayed oh-so-many times by x number of boys. It not really them, it’s me.
Honest. Even though I know that sounds cliche, but it’s true.
To put it into perspective:
Picture a regular high school setting: in this high school setting we have Sommer and Dane. Sommer is your average teenage girl, gets decent grades, enjoys art class and the occasional game of soccer. Dane is your typical teenage boy, interested in girls, sports, video games, chillin with the guys, the usual.
Suppose Sommer has a really big crush on Dane. She’s had this crush for a while and finally decided to ask him out, she doesn’t wanna sound desperate, but she thinks she could maybe even love him.
Now Dane has had his eye on Sommer, he wouldn’t go as far as to say that he loves her, but he thinks she’s cute, sure. He’s been single for a while now and wouldn’t mind getting back into the swing of things. So when Sommer asks him out, he decides to say yes because, hey, he likes her and who knows where it could go.
In the first few weeks, Dane is feeling pretty content. He and Sommer have gotten pretty close and he definitely likes her. Meanwhile, Sommer is thinking the exact same thing and she couldn’t be happier.
Fast forward a month later: Sommer and Dane are getting closer and closer to that point where it may or may not be acceptable to say a certain three word phrase. In fact, Sommer is getting up the courage to say this same phrase to Dane very soon.
But Dane feels exactly the same way he did at the start of their relationship: he definitely likes her and he can’t tell much more than that. In fact he’s getting kind of scared because he doesn’t get that little knot in his stomach when he’s with her, nor does anything that happens between them explicitly tug at his heart strings.
What makes it worse is that Sommer seems to be experiencing none of that. She’s always so happy to see him and she definitely gets butterflies in her stomach when she’s with him. She doesn’t seem to notice the predicament that Dane is in.
So when Sommer finally tells him she loves him, Dane chokes and makes an awkward excuse about how he doesn’t think he’s quite ready to say it. Sommer appears slightly concerned, but smiles happily and tells him to take as long as he needs.
From then on, Sommer is visibly more confident in their relationship, convinced that they have a strong bond and it doesn’t matter if Dane isn’t comfortable saying “I love you” yet, because their relationship will be the one that lasts.
Except that with each passing day, Dane becomes more and more sure that he doesn’t and won’t ever be able to feel any more for Sommer than he already does. This, for Dane, makes it impossible to want to stay as a couple with her. Call him old fashioned, but he doesn’t think that he can be with someone that he knows he doesn’t love. So he decides to wait it out a little longer and promises himself that he will end it in the near future.
Eventually, something happens—someone says something, conversations get frequent long pauses, Dane forgets to call one too many times, what have you—but something unrelated to Dane’s inner conflict occurs that causes Sommer to end it herself. She’s apologizes (because it really has nothing to do with Dane) and they remain sort if friends. Dane is instantly relieved that he didn’t have to end it himself and own up to his feelings, and that he doesn’t have to keep up the charade any longer.
Unfortunately, Sommer is still completely hung up on Dane. Because Dane was really the best boyfriend she’s ever had, just that she wasn’t the best girlfriend Dane’s ever had.
Sooner or later, someone else comes along and Dane tries again, only to have the same thing happen.Yes, I know that was really long and unnecessary, but all criticism aside…
Let’s just say that in that situation, I would be Dane.
Why didn’t I switch the genders of Dane and Sommer, you ask? Partly because I don’t really like to be too girly. And partly because I’m pretty sure most people expect the girl to be the one who’s completely hung up and the guy with not half a clue as to how to figure out/get across how he’s feeling.
Long story short: I’m a hopeless romantic who (if you’ve read my earlier posts) had my heart broken by the one person I thought I could love, realized how childish that was seeing as how I’m too young to possibly know, attempted to get back into the dating world and ended up as our friend, Dane, here exactly two times since.
And I know twice isn’t exactly a whole lot to go by, but I’m starting to think that while I’m not still hung up on the guy who originally broke my heart, he might’ve killed any ability to feel that way again. Or maybe he put it to sleep…in which case I desperately need to find a way to get it back.
I have to hate him for this. I really, really do.
In the meantime, I’ll just have to go look for someone with jumper cables to jump-start my heart. Because sitting and waiting for someone to find you doesn’t really get you anywhere, when it comes to love you can’t apply the rule you were told when you were a child (that if you are lost you should not move from where you are or attempt to find your way back)
You have to forge your own way through the inner and outer workings of your heart. -
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Always reblog
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The Laws of Irony
Just a little something that crossed my mind…and yes, it is of my own creation and I would appreciate it if no one reblogged this.
1: The list is never complete
2: It is easier to destroy than it is to create
3: “Nothing” will always be “something”
4: Superlatives will never be completely true
5: The word “lisp” is impossible to be pronounced by someone with the condition
6: Hate is a form of love
7: Judges are intended to be impartial
8: There is a difference between sarcasm and verbal irony
9: Too much of anything is never a good thing
10: War will always be fought in the name of peace
11: Stereotypes are based on fact
12: Only the blind can wholeheartedly fall in love with a personality
13: Nearsighted people can see better when they cry
14: Clowns are almost never funny
15: Children are the closest humans can get to being unbiased
16: Negatives like bad, sadness, hate, evil etc. are necessary if humans are to at all grasp the meaning of their counterparts like good, happiness, love, justice etc.
17: Almost all scientific knowledge is presented as theory, but taught as fact
18: Without dark, the concept of light would never exist and vice versa
19: Humans are the bane of their existence
20: Humans are the ultimate masochists
21: Pain exists to keep that which feels it alive
22: Ignorance really IS bliss
23: People frown upon the mention of sex, yet without it the people who frown upon it would never exist
24: Genius is the spawn of insanity
25: The smartest people can be the most dense
26: Religion is one more excuse for people to disagree with each other
27: The majority of “necessary” evils are man-made
28: Oxymorons are impossibly descriptive
29: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”
30: As a general rule, anything worth having must be virtually unattainable
31: It is human nature to want what one can’t have
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A Requiem For my Innocence
I don’t know what you’re after,
But you can break me
Into a million pieces
And maybe
You’ll find what you’re looking for
Tear me up from the inside out
Turn my body upside down
Promise me you’ll find something worth your while
Give me a shot of love,
Let me shoot up some life
By the end of the night,
I’ll be in your eyes
But ever after the morning light,
I’ll never once be in your mind
A few days later I’ll start it up again
Another night I’ll hide this pain
Force myself to believe my lies
Sure wish I had some kind of say
But you just break me
Into a million pieces
And lately
You just take what you’re looking for
It tears me up from the inside out,
Turns my body upside down
Because you’ll never find something worth your while
Give me a hit of lust,
Let me take a drag of lies
By the end of the night,
I’ll be in your eyes
But ever after the morning light,
I’ll never once be in your mind
It’s a filthy game I’m forced to play
Just because you’re the one who pays
Every night I live in sin,
Subject to your every whim
The looks I get all read the same,
Cover myself to hide my shame
How can they be so cold,
When it’s the only love I’ve ever known?
And I’m breaking
Into a million pieces
Save me,
Show me what I’m looking for
I’m all torn up from the inside out
My sanity is upside down
Please tell me I’m worth your while
Give me a drink of numb
Let me swallow a knife,
‘Cause by the end of the night,
I’ll be in your eyes
But ever after the morning light,
You’ll never once be out of my mind
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Hypocrisy Lives in the Rainbow
A white man said to a black man, “Colored people are not allowed here.” The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: “Listen sir…when I was born I was black, When I grew up I was black, When I’m sick I’m black, When I go in the sun I’m black, When I’m cold I’m black, When I die I’ll be black. But you sir, When you are born you’re pink, When you grow up you’re White, When you’re sick, you’re green, When you go in the sun you turn red, When you’re cold you turn blue, And when you die you’ll turn purple, And you have the nerve to call me colored? The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away…
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China (by Dylan Shaw)
sooo pweetty O.O
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daawww! :D
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Why Not Me?
Girls like me can reel in boys like “that” but the line is thin. It’s too easy for the boys to break away, the line is so thin they think there’s no strings attached. Damn personality. Girls like me are the go-tos, the one-nighters. Nothing more. We end up being “that really cool chic I made out with at a party once, damn she was awesome”. Girls like me are destined to become the elusive hard-to-hold-onto girl you meet at a club once and only once. The kind of girl you’ll chase all night to get a minute alone, but only for one night. Girls like me need a best friend to fall in love with, someone who’s been there the whole time but never really thought of as an option, until the day they are. So where’s my best friend?
Just my life in a nutshell or two.
