Louise Flory (via feellng)
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ZEN STORIES Obsessed Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One o…
Think they are stories worth sharing, stuff that we’d learnt as kids with different names but the same lesson, things that I have forgotten over time
I share many of your fears (the falling fan and failing math keep me up sometimes), but then again, I am not the benchmark of sanity. So, I think you have some issues, just not shrink-worthy, je pense.
When I was in 6th grade, our neighbor was a young paranoid man, who would stand in front of his gate atleast for 20 minutes after locking it, checking whether he had locked it properly or not. He would do this every morning and it was a morning ritual for me, my mother and my brother to giggle…
It is just a mayhem of unrelated, yet weirdly related thoughts in my head
I started off by thinking about candid and how I love and hate them. They capture the real bits of you, moments, expressions you may not be aware your face can make and you need not necessarily like them
I see myself in the mirror everyday and yet I find that I don’t see myself as well as other people do. I am not talking about the good parts or the scandalous parts of my personality, I am talking about the entirety of my being.
I saw a couple of candid photographs of mine and I was disgusted
Is this how I look when people see me, I thought?
And not long after that I heard Sarah and Phil Kay saying ‘You are beautiful’ one after another
I started saying that to myself. Just to cheer me up
But the more I said it, the lesser sense it made
How many times can you keep telling yourself something before it loses all its value?
We are different versions of ourselves. In some situations I choose between two or more forks of action and sometimes I wish I’d picked another prong instead
Because you have to be brave to lie
When people refuse to acknowledge the truth
And it just isn’t worth the effort
On the outside, I am two people
But many more monsters writhe inside me
Snapping at each other
I think faster than I speak
And it’s not easy telling you what I feel
Words don’t come to me that easy
And sometimes words aren’t enough
Does it make me weird then
When I am bursting with feeling
But you cant feel any of it
www.transhuman.in What Culture and Country are we proud of where mythical goddesses are worshiped but real women are killed on birth, molested, raped, burnt …
Scrolling down my Facebook feed I noticed many people liked and shared this particular video. I have an assignment due tomorrow, so obviously I watched it. I just finished watching it and being from India, I am not surprised, but it really doesn’t stop disgusting you anyway
Since my angsty teenage years I have always had a problem with the way women are portrayed on screen. I would ask myself if people would sing for me if I was skinny, tall and fair. Our portrayal of women is so twisted that an 18-year old is cast with a 40-year old and they fall in love. Now, I don’t mean to say it doesn’t happen, but I seems to be sending the guys the wrong message- that they have a right to score a hot woman, regardless of their personality, age, looks (I am not naïve enough to believe looks don’t matter). As repulsive as it was to see a man sing odes for a girl young enough to be his daughter, I put the thought aside. Until I saw this video
I generally do not watch Bollywood movies. They all had the same story line when I used to watch them. Guy and girl love each other. They want to marry. Parents don’t want them to. So some shit happens, somebody gets beaten up, the hero saves the day and carries his bride away. Smiley, smiley, wink, wink
But I am horrified songs like mooh main dalo exist. Really.
I think movies teach men how to be men, and they are not grooming them right. Not at all. I have friends who say stuff like ‘mard ko dard nahi hota hai’. Well, I know where he learnt that from
To escape your prison invest in it.
Study the walls built around you.
Feel the heavy door keeping you inside.
Lay down on its floor holding your weight.
Look through the bars preventing a wider view.
Unless you know your limitations,
escape is impossible.
Maybe this should be my new mantra