First, I love Tumblr and want to keep loving it. And yes, it is immediately terrifying to hear that Yahoo (which, from a lot of our perspectives, is a laughably backwards and culturally irrelevant company) is going to own Tumblr. I sympathize.
But there are a number of circumstances in which…
I posted a huge rant here earlier about my life, but it just made me realize that I need a way of mitigating the build up of emotions that happens sometimes. It builds up fast and hits hard, and I need to figure out how to get out of it without letting it control me.
Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is.
My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…
the ceo of abercrombie and fitch has a lot of nerve saying that ugly people shouldn’t wear his clothes when he looks like an albino orc from the lord of the rings
Hey, bro, cool story.
DFTBA sells a bunch of shirts, and we market to ugly people and nerdy people and small people and big people and pretty people and we’re doing okay and plus we don’t need physical stores with LITERALLY THE WORST MUSIC EVER CREATED BY HUMANS PLAYING AT EAR-BLEEDING VOLUME SO THAT ALL OF YOUR PURPORTEDLY COOL AND BEAUTIFUL EMPLOYEES ARE MADE DEAF BY THEIR WORKING CONDITIONS.
So that’s another way of doing it.
Also I hate your jeans.
This CEO fella is so pathetic. He’s obviously stuck in the “cool kid” mentality, and doesn’t know how to exist without some sort of perpetual positive attention. He’s mangled his own face in an attempt to be “cool,” and looks horrible for it. I’d be willing to bet he wasn’t even one of those “popular kids” when he was in school and is desperate to make up for that.
The climb is all there is.
they are perfect. PERFECT.
Only as perfect as Time allows.
n. the state or condition of unnoticed creative excellence—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious commodity, accidentally overlooking buried jewels that may not be flawless but are still somehow perfect.
I don’t have a ton of followers, but this is really important to me, and if you reblog it, it would mean so much to me. I’m looking for Keri Lovelace. She should be seventeen or eighteen years old now, and a senior in high school. The last time I saw her was about seven years ago. She was in…
So I’ve been doodling
Can I just say, it seriously takes five minutes to check a quote, and people always manage to leave out a word or change something, and it’s such a perfect quote. There’s no reason to get it wrong, and there’s no reason to change it.
I just don’t get it.