me arriving late to school on the first day.
me at my highschool reunion
me coming back to mcdonalds in the same day
Can we take a moment to notice the horror on everyone’s face when she broke down? Not the horror of seeing her cry but… The horror of not knowing how to stop it. No one really knew Santana was capable to cry till this moment. No one knew she was capable to feel anything besides anger till this moment. Therefore, no one knew how to comfort her. No one.
Shue would try to hug her, as he do with everyone. But Santana isn’t like everyone. And Mike? Well, he was going to try the same thing because he’s a good guy and he always worries with everyone.
All the rest? Just sitting down like statues, looking down, barely breathing? It’s because they don’t know Santana. They never did. Therefore, they had no fucking clue what to do with her. So they would just leave her there, sobbing in the middle of the choir room, till her sobs were bad enough she was going to pass out any moment and someone would have to carry her to the nurse office.
If Brittany was there, this scene would’ve hurt a lot more. Because she would get up, slowly, Santana would scream at her and Britt would probably slap her, then drag her to the bathroom and let her cry.
Because the only way to fight anger is anger. I know this because I deal with grief the same way Santana does. I get angry, I yell, I don’t let anyone come nowhere near me and then I collapse after sobbing for hours. And the only way to stop me, is to make me snap out of it with a slap or something just as hard.
And Brittany is the only one who knew how to really deal with Santana.
Santana doesn’t need a 100% sapphic goddess. Santana doesn’t need a hot NYC girlfriend.
She needs her best friend,
Santana needs Brittany.
The only one who truly understood her. And loved her for who she really is.
Thug Kitchen - hilarious.
I laughed so hard I almost dropped my chickpea and broccoli burrito.
God bless this man
|—||Unknown (via gettingahealthybody)|
Glad. He. Ate. Her.
|—||Arnold Schwarzenegger (via psych-facts)|
WHY DOES THIS ONLY HAVE 428 NOTES?!?
723?!? GIVE THIS RHE NOTES IT DESERVES.
still only 1 thousand notes? there are 2 billion people identifying as christians and 2 billion catholics, this should have at least 1 million notes!
Irishman Mark Boyle tried to live life with no income, no bank balance and no spending. Here’s how he finds it:
"If someone told me seven years ago, in my final year of a business and economics degree, that I’d now be living without money, I’d have probably choked on my microwaved ready meal. The plan back then was to get a ‘good’ job, make as much money as possible, and buy the stuff that would show society I was successful.
For a while I did it – I had a fantastic job managing a big organic food company; had myself a yacht on the harbour. If it hadn’t been for the chance purchase of a video called Gandhi, I’d still be doing it today. Instead, for the last fifteen months, I haven’t spent or received a single penny. Zilch.
The change in life path came one evening on the yacht whilst philosophising with a friend over a glass of merlot. Whilst I had been significantly influenced by the Mahatma’s quote “be the change you want to see in the world”, I had no idea what that change was up until then. We began talking about all major issues in the world – environmental destruction, resource wars, factory farms, sweatshop labour – and wondering which of these we would be best devoting our time to. Not that we felt we could make any difference, being two small drops in a highly polluted ocean.
But that evening I had a realisation. These issues weren’t as unrelated as I had previously thought – they had a common root cause. I believe the fact that we no longer see the direct repercussions our purchases have on the people, environment and animals they affect is the factor that unites these problems.
The degrees of separation between the consumer and the consumed have increased so much that it now means we’re completely unaware of the levels of destruction and suffering embodied in the ‘stuff’ we buy.
Very few people actually want to cause suffering to others; most just don’t have any idea that they directly are. The tool that has enabled this separation is money, especially in its globalised format.
Take this for an example: if we grew our own food, we wouldn’t waste a third of it as we do today.
If we made our own tables and chairs, we wouldn’t throw them out the moment we changed the interior décor.
If we had to clean our own drinking water, we probably wouldn’t shit in it.
So to be the change I wanted to see in the world, it unfortunately meant I was going to have to give up money, which I decided to do for a year initially. So I made a list of the basics I’d need to survive. I adore food, so it was at the top. There are four legs to the food-for-free table: foraging wild food, growing your own, bartering and using waste grub, of which there far too much.
On my first day I fed 150 people a three course meal with waste and foraged food. Most of the year I ate my own crops though and waste only made up about five per cent my diet. I cooked outside – rain or shine – on a rocket stove.
Next up was shelter. So I got myself a caravan from Freecycle, parked it on an organic farm I was volunteering with, and kitted it out to be off the electricity grid. I’d use wood I either coppiced or scavenged to heat my humble abode in a wood burner made from an old gas bottle, and I had a compost loo to make ‘humanure’ for my veggies.
I bathed in a river, and for toothpaste I used washed up cuttlefish bone with wild fennel seeds, an oddity for a vegan. For loo roll I’d relieve the local newsagents of its papers (I once wiped my arse with a story about myself); it wasn’t double quilted but it quickly became normal. To get around I had a bike and trailer, and the 55 km commute to the city doubled up as my gym subscription. For lighting I’d use beeswax candles.
Many people label me an anti-capitalist. Whilst I do believe capitalism is fundamentally flawed, requiring infinite growth on a finite planet, I am not anti anything. I am pro-nature, pro-community and pro-happiness. And that’s the thing I don’t get – if all this consumerism and environmental destruction brought happiness, it would make some sense. But all the key indicators of unhappiness – depression, crime, mental illness, obesity, suicide and so on are on the increase. More money it seems, does not equate to more happiness.
Ironically, I have found this year to be the happiest of my life. I’ve more friends in my community than ever, I haven’t been ill since I began, and I’ve never been fitter. I’ve found that friendship, not money, is real security. That most western poverty is spiritual. And that independence is really interdependence.
Could we all live like this tomorrow? No. It would be a catastrophe, we are too addicted to both it and cheap energy, and have managed to build an entire global infrastructure around the abundance of both. But if we devolved decision making and re-localised down to communities of no larger than 150 people, then why not? For over 90 per cent of our time on this planet, a period when we lived much more ecologically, we lived without money. Now we are the only species to use it, probably because we are the species most out of touch with nature.
People now often ask me what is missing compared to my old world of lucre and business. Stress. Traffic-jams. Bank statements. Utility bills. Oh yeah, and the odd pint of organic ale with my mates down the local.”
I HAD A DATE LAST NIGHT AND WHEN HE CAME TO PICK ME UP MY ROOMMATES DRESSED UP AS MY PARENTS aND QUESTtiONED and THREATEnED HIM, AND I DIDn’T EVEN KNOW WE HAD A PICK-AXE??? I’MM CRYINGGG.
Did I just accidentally make my roommates Tumblr famous….