These are my tumblr ramblings. By the way... why do you care?
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
“The reason people don’t go for help is because there is still stigma. People don’t talk about mental illnesses the way they do other illnesses.” [Maria Bamford] launches into impressions of people talking about physical maladies the way they talk about depression:
“Apparently Steve has cancer. It’s like, fuck off! We all have cancer.”
“I was dating this chick all this time and she let me know she’s been wearing contact lenses. I said whoa, do what you need to do but I don’t believe in all that Western medicine shit. If you wanna see like other people it’s all about attitude. You gotta want it.”
“Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” — Kurt Vonnegut.
He would know.
And speaking of Vonnegut
(Source: aconversationoncool)
Heading South #2013summeroflove (at Allegan County)
Me: So when you see the 4 year old boy pull the little girl's hair...
Students: He likes her!
Me: Now they are around 11 or 12 and he grabs her arm and wrestles her to the ground even though she calls him a jerk and yells at him to leave her alone.
Students: That is just how boys are.
Me: Now they are 18 and he grabs her arm and--
Students: Oh, that's not okay.
Me: Really? How would he know? How would she know? How would you know? You just told me that for the first 17 years of these children's lives that you thought it was cute, sweet, and natural for a boy to grab a girl and be rough with her.
Students: Oh.
Me: Oh, is right.
Don McPherson, former NFL quarterback, feminist and educator (via weonlytriedtodrownher)
(Source: spikyhairjon)
Post mortgage stuff refreshment (at Biggby Coffee)
Laying in the grass. Hello, Spring. (at Speedway)
Hat and smile *smile* psst… I love her. (at Blue Cow Cafe)
Our colors. (Kinda.)