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Thuytien sells out

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 22:21:00 -0700

There is a line in Pride & Prejudice attributed to Elizabeth Bennet that I still think of from time to time, even though I read the book many years ago.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

The further into the real world I advance, the further up my uncertainty grows regarding the possibility of my advancement. The more people introduced into my life, whether brief or slightly-less brief, the more wary I become of the seemingly inherent selfish nature of most.

I see selfishness, deceit, greed, ignorance, bigotry, indifference — a complete lack of compassion and moral ground. I experience this firsthand, I observe this from afar; I see this in myself. This makes the world I live in a bleak one — a society where these characteristic flaws are upheld as a virtue. I live in a society and time where individual pursuits permit the openly accepted oppression of not one man, but faceless millions.

Along with this realization comes the transition from romantic to cynical in my perception and intake of the world. I’ve grieved enough losses to know that I’ll never win. Note that “win” is a subjective term. I’ve already lost in the sense that I have decided I will never follow my dreams because the system does not support it.

This may or may not be justification for my own unwillingness to stay true to myself, but it’s probably not — I don’t know who I am.

Hard work is seldom rewarded. I’ve watched my father sell every bit of his labor for a day-to-day earning all my life — to support my life. Witnessing this classic, pitiful example of futile working class struggle leaves me no choice but to hope the system will take my soul too.

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Tue, 30 Apr 2013 20:40:21 -0700

A whirlwind of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Wrapped in an unholy blanket of marijuana and cigarette...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 03:08:46 -0700

A whirlwind of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Wrapped in an unholy blanket of marijuana and cigarette smoke, floating shallowly above the couch, just like everyone else leveled about the same in an unresponsive daze.

This is how we spend our nights.

An unfixed, unmet gaze through half-closed, half-open eyes. Too wary of the world, so we choose to stay oblivious.

“I can hear the birds.”

“So?”

retrostarwars: I prefer Wookiee cookies

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 21:38:49 -0700

retrostarwars:

I prefer Wookiee cookies

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Sat, 23 Mar 2013 01:11:30 -0700

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Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:17:33 -0700

"And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:06:12 -0700

“And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.”

- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via bookmania)

royallyclinton: Hillary Clinton, in her memoir, “Living...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 00:34:46 -0700

royallyclinton:

Hillary Clinton, in her memoir, “Living History,” recalled the first words she heard out of Bill Clinton’s mouth. It was the fall of 1970 at Yale Law School, and Bill (she thought that he resembled a Viking) was excitedly telling classmates about the virtues of his home state. “And not only that, we grow the biggest watermelons in the world!” he boasted as Hillary Rodham happened to walk by. Hillary asked a friend who he was. “Oh, that’s Bill Clinton,” the friend told her. “He’s from Arkansas, and that’s all he ever talks about.”

yeAH ASShole

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 00:20:43 -0700

yeAH ASShole

seensense: Keira Knightley on the set of “Atonement”

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 23:30:14 -0700

seensense:

Keira Knightley on the set of “Atonement”

imarinicollette: Forrest Gump // Frank Ocean

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 23:27:39 -0700

imarinicollette:

Forrest Gump // Frank Ocean

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Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:10:55 -0700

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Sun, 17 Mar 2013 06:26:42 -0700

willjrivera: new years eve 2013, another year lost

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 06:18:13 -0700

willjrivera:

new years eve 2013, another year lost

I was halfway in love with him by the time he walked into the room. Three-quarters in love by the...

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 00:53:13 -0700

I was halfway in love with him by the time he walked into the room.

Three-quarters in love by the time our eyes met.

Four-quarters in love by the time our lips touched.

But it happened so quickly somewhere in between that sequence of events that I was fully immersed before I even knew it. Everything I’ve written so far has a tinge of dishonesty — I loved him as soon as I saw him. But that seems to be the recurring problem — I love too much much too quickly.

This time, I fell in love with someone who had lost all faith in love. He returned my kisses, but not my ardor.

I felt for it in the dark of his dimly-lit bedroom in the days consequently following the first time he said he loved me — a heart so elusive, its existence often doubted as a result — but I never stopped searching.

Sometimes I thought I had finally found it, beating heavily beneath an ambiguously inked section of his chest. I reached for it, but as soon as I feathered a grasp, it turned to dust. An ephemeral wave of euphoria for the tarnishing of one’s heart.

This was a year ago. I still think about him everyday.

1000drawings: by Faye Bradley

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 10:41:49 -0800

1000drawings:

by Faye Bradley

willjrivera: thuytien in the garage, 2013 look guys it’s...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 23:55:29 -0800

willjrivera:

thuytien in the garage, 2013

look guys it’s me

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Fri, 15 Feb 2013 02:57:21 -0800

Just two nights ago, I rendered myself hopeless to inevitable death by my own hands. But something...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 02:10:00 -0800

Just two nights ago, I rendered myself hopeless to inevitable death by my own hands. But something changed.

Because I want most ardently to believe myself an individual who possesses indiscriminate compassion and a virtuous nature, I’ll bestow upon myself this entitlement through change of character — to rid myself of arbitrary self-pity, to simply act as though diffidence has dissolved, rather than to let it encumber me, further hindering resolve.

This revelation came about me watching a movie about Abraham Lincoln. That is why I am writing like this; watching history being retold through fogged glasses and a heavy heart usually does the trick.

b dylan

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 23:54:19 -0800

b dylan