"You Shouldn't have come after me, little Oyster" - Alice
"Be the change you wish to see in the world" - Michael Scofield, Prison Break (Gandhi)
"Always" - Snape, The Deathly Hallows
"I am Jack's...smirking revenge/broken heart/cold sweat/raging bile duct/complete lack of surprise/wasted life/inflamed sense of rejection" - Fight Club
"You have no idea what you are capable of" - I Am Number Four
"May the odds be ever in your favor" - The Hunger Games
"Laters, baby" - Fifty Shades of Grey
It’s sad to see what society has turned into. Always stereotyping and categorizing people. Making it so that if you don’t fit into the tiny little world that Hollywood and the media has presented us with, then you aren’t normal.
Who are you to tell me what to wear and how to act? Why do you get to make me feel bad about myself for being single or for not believing in the same things you do? Why is it up to you to decide who I talk to and the friends I have in school? I’m tired of feeling badly because I don’t fit the person everybody wants me to be. People are so brainwashed by what they see on tv that no one can even be themselves anymore. People see a celebrity wearing a certain style, the next day everybody has that style. Someone has a feather in their hair…oh wait, so does everybody else.
What about the people who were hipster when everybody else told them they were ugly and stupid. Or how about the people who wore pink streaks in their hair while getting called a gothic freak? Why is it that they were picked on then and now suddenly you see Rhianna and Lady Gaga with colored hair and its automatically the new “hot” thing?
Everybody is so quick to jump on the bandwagon in fear that they may be picked on for being a tiny bit different. I have been different my whole life. I’ve had people tell me I’m stupid and ugly. I’ve had people tell me I’d never have friends or never be in a relationship because people wouldn’t like me. I’ve had my family tell me their friends think I’m emo and when responding with “I don’t care,” I get told they are just trying to help me out. Trying to help me out?! Why the hell should it matter if I am emo, or prissy or gothic or a jock or anything? Why are there even these categories and cliques? Why can’t I just get complimented on my nice new black shirt without the side comment of how I need more colors in my wardrobe?
And the worst part about all of this is that even though I love who I am and love the clothes I wear, I still find myself feeling bad for being myself. As strong as you try to be, it’s hard to keep your head up when the same negative things keep rolling in. When you see and hear the same things all the time and while you know it shouldn’t bother you because you are great the way you are, it does because you know how people are going to look at you because of it.
How did society get this way? When did our values fall so far?
I want to go back to the days when people valued differences, rather than harped on them.
Not only is he absolutely gorgeous…but his sarcastic, smart ass personality makes him absolutely hysterical and just about a million times better. I love his carefree attitude and the way he just manipulates a conversation into whatever he wants. And he’s an absolute genius!!!
Home to some of the most beautiful and progressive architecture in the entire world, Dubai will soon see the construction of a hotel with submerged, underwater rooms that offer unparalleled views of the Persian Gulf. Conceived by designers Deep Ocean Technology and dubbed the Water Discus Hotel, the building will be the first of several in the emirate and will feature an underwater section of 21 rooms, a dive center and bar up to 10 meters below the sea’s surface. A unique lighting system will illuminate the scene outside the submerged rooms’ windows while macro photography will also allows guests to zoom in on the surroundings for a better view. With the above-water portions of the hotel suspended high enough to avoid tsunamis and flooding, the underwater disc is engineered to surface in the event of a storm or other danger.
When I was five years old my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy”. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
