Call 1-866-436-5702
or 1-866-436-5704 or 1-866-436-5706 or 1-866-436-5708and vote for Phillip Phillips for the next American Idol.
Because he is just this bundle of fabulous and soul and that last song? I mean, come on. Who doesn’t wanna hear that on the radio en route to school, hmm? asdfghjkl I love him~
r the hell you want if you please please please please please vote for Phillip
It’s one thing to batter Mitt Romney about what he did in high school, teasing the gays and being just a downright horrible person to them, but you can’t turn the table back on him and claim that people “only pick on people that they like.”
… What the hell are yo trying to imply dude? That Mitt Romney was gay or something and trying to cover it up by making fun of everyone else.
You can completely slander his name in the shit that he’s done, but don’t make up your own random shit, k?
- Jhumpa Lahiri— The Namesake (via littleredloud)
- Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (via rsvnr)
There’s only one shade of foundation.
They will make you one shade, white, and they will pack on the liquid until your pores can’t breathe.
Then they will tease your hair to oblivion…
and wing your eyes so it looks like your eyelashes can take of into the sky.
…
But I loved it anyway:)
Today I watched the Namesake… which hit me on so many levels, it’s unbelievable.
Directed by Mira Nair, and based on a novel by Jhuma Lahiri, the movie synopsis explains the plot of the story:
The novel describes the struggles and hardships of a Bengali couple who immigrate to the United States to form a life outside of everything they are accustomed to.
The story begins as Ashoke and Ashima leave Calcutta, India and settle in Central Square, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Through a series of errors, their son’s nickname, Gogol, becomes his official birth name, an event which will shape many aspects of his life in years to come.
But the movie related to every person in my family that these words cease to describe the real impact it had.
There were many similarities from the start that I was interested by. The fact that they were Bengali. The fact that after the couple in India got married, they moved to Chicago— same as my parents. The newly wed bride had taken the clothes to a laundromat down the street in the snow— like my mother had done when we lived in Chicago. Them first taking a picture with their baby, baby in one’s hand and flowers in the other— same as my parents first picture outside the hospital with me. The fact that the mother had gotten a phone call late at night, saying that her father had passed away— like my mother. The fact that child was born and raised in the U.S— like me. The fact that this child was born with the name ‘Gogol’, a weird name that he was teased about in his life— like me. He went through a period of time and learned that his name defined who he was as a person— like me. He has to learn to strike a balance between old traditions of his parents, and new traditions of his generation— like me.
But the most shocking similarity was a scene when his father and him on these rocks next to a body of water, an ocean probably.
The father checks his pocket to take a picture and sees that they forgot the camera, and he leans down to his son and claims, “Oh, I forgot the camera… but at least we can keep this picture in our memories.”
And the kid asks “For how long?”
And the father says, “As long as you can. You just remember the journey you took to get here, and the view you see when you got there.”
… and I burst into tears.
Because that sounds exactly like something my father would say to me.
I just imagined that we were standing on those rocks in the ocean, and him telling me to remember it for as long as I could.
I just cried.
The entire movie was beautiful, and I could relate to it in close to every way.
But that one scene, that one moment out of everything drove me to tears.
The movie was so amazing, and I recommend it to everyone….
but I feel like I might get everyone’s hopes up too high, because they might not relate to it like I do. Regardless, however… it’s a a definite must-see for other reasons too. Anyone who wants to relate to a loss. Anyone who wants to discover themselves. And anyone who just wants to watch something created with a true beauty.
I’ll admit, I like lots of movies.
But I love very few… and this is one I love.
(Source: -nz)
(Source: -theperfectmistake)
What is this fuckery that people call the personal project?
How do you research for short stories?
like, what?
- ~Brandon Hall (via yoursweetstalker)
