Sometimes I can’t tell if the fact that we as a human species are minuscule is terrifying, or comforting.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever figure out what I want out of this world or what this world wants out of me.
Sometimes I wonder if people think about me when I’m no longer in their lives or when I’m away.
Sometimes I think that when the floors creak, along with my head too I’m rotting.
Sometimes I feel responsible for the happiness of others.
Sometimes I get moody for absolutely no reason other that the mere reason that, I can.
Sometimes I paint people yellow, orange, pink, or purple, who are beige or even grey. (I do this especially often)
Sometimes I say things that don’t match up with what I think, because I act on impulse.
Sometimes I don’t know what I want and often times at that.
Most times I get exceptionally overwhelmed when I haven’t updated my playlists, or I’ve been listening to the same music for too long (approximately two weeks).
Most times I get bored of movies, people, places, classes, colors, clothes, crayons, writings, news, pens, and everything in between.
Most times I go home and go straight to my room instead of stopping in the living room, the kitchen, or any other room.
Most times I crack my neck the way the chiropractor tells me not to.
Most times I push people away simply because I can.
But all the time, I figure it out.
All the time I get myself through even if it feels like the whole entire world is against me.
Not for a minute do I believe that I can’t do it.
Not for a minute do I not work to be better than the expectations put on me, then the standards, then the history.
All the time I believe and stand with me and to all my sisters, I believe and stand with you too.
She’s strong, she’s talented, she’s smart. My friend is headed towards great things.
Soon we’ll be in college, I know I won’t be going to the same school as her anymore, but I know I’ll never forget her.
You know someone is extraordinary when they have so many amazing goals that they don’t know what to pursue.
Sometimes I think, what will she be doing in four years?
Will she be a influential member in race and resistance studies, standing up to oppression and persecution?
Will she be a rising scholar in gender and feminism studies, striving to create a more equal world?
Will she be a social justice worker?
Will she be a photo journalist, not only using her power with words to inspire, but her talent with captured memories, also?
Will she be filmmaker and editor, creating barrier-breaking and revolutionary films?
Will she be a gender sexuality savant, fighting for the LGBTQ+ community?
Will she be a sociologist, endeavoring to generate social polyphony?
Will she be a lawyer fighting for human rights?
I don’t think she’s just going to chose one of these. I think she’s going to do all of them, because if she sets her mind to something, there’s no stopping her.
I know sometimes you get nervous. You wonder how you’ll accomplish everything you hope to. You occasionally struggle to understand your identity, what path to take. You get down some times. You make wrong decisions and question your worth.
I know you are strong, but I know we all have our doubts and struggles. But never forget, I’m here for you. I’m rooting for you. I love you.
You are an inspiration, an amazing friend, and you are going to make such a big difference in the world.
Never forget your goals, for I know, you can and you will achieve them all.
Well, I watched a lot of World’s Strongest Man videos over the past week. There were a lot of very impressive iron men lifting, benchpressing, squatting and so on. I’ve always wanted to possess that type of raw power.
Apparently, I need to be foreign.
Just ask Mariusz Pudzianowski, arguably the greatest World’s Strongest Man champion of all time, winning the competition five times.
Brace yourselves. This is a human man from Poland.
That’s a freakin’ guy.
Just wanted to show you guys an image of what a truly buff individual really looks like.
Girls, stop freaking out over guys with big arms and nice abs. This guy could kick the crap out of any of those tools.
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