Some guidelines for loving:
1. Tell them about their brilliance. They likely can’t see it and they don’t know its immensity, but you can see it, and you can illuminate it for them.
2. Be authentic, and give others the gift of the real you and a real…
yeah
Hrm. I don’t know. More like, “How To Be In Denial.”
It is okay to be in a bad mood. It’s okay to cry. I’ve been getting so sick of these cute little pieces of advice lately.
Is that all people want out of life? To walk around in this cloud of some unrealistic idea of happy?
The other night I cried so hard. I had the roughest week, and at the end of it I wandered around my apartment just sobbing. It felt really good. I felt strong being able to access that part of a self that so many people want to hide.
The next morning so much of that tension had loosened from me. I felt pure. I felt deep. I felt resilient. So much better than stuffing my pain by deciding that I’m in a good mood, when really, I’m not.
Female protesters scuffle with riot police during a protest march to mark International Women’s Day in a street in Manila, the Philippines.
Photograph: Francis R. Malasig EPA
yes
the guy in the back left is hotter than Zac Efron hello
no he’s not are you blind you idiot
whoa
Yum. I knew he had some gross in him.
That Melissa McCarthy and I had become best friends. She had this huge bag of candy that she shared with me. Her roommate was a mob connected drug dealer. We were all going to go to the Oscars together. Drugs, candy, a trip to the Oscars with my celebrity crush. Waking up…
I had a dream last night that my ex-husband’s eyebrows were falling off and he had penciled in thick black ones to replace them. It freaked me out. And then later, I saw his wife walk into the room. She gave my ex-husband’s mother a makeover to make them hair twins. They all looked at me like I was crazy. At some point a beautiful little barely-walking baby girl walked up to me and put these pretty beans in my hand. I felt like she had just handed me love. I woke up and appreciated the endless real-life crazy dream material that my ex-husband blesses me with. And for baby girls. Because baby girls are awesome.
