— (via acceptvnce)
The world is a strange strange place, and we find ourselves in the thick of all things, lost and alone, but yet somehow mighty with our defined intellect. We claim to be amazing and awe inspiring, yet all we seek is to rule those whom are weaker then ourselves. We do not seek the most important of all things. Love. It is a strange and wicked thing. This year in California has been one full of new life and sorrow and I do not wish to speak of it any longer. It is a hard thing giving up on a dream. Alas, if we do not, sometimes we can not accept the future or what it might hold for us.
My father was an alcoholic, now 16 years sober. Although he has made many foolish and terrible decisions in his life and my parents were divorced when I was but a small boy. I have still loved him and, he my sister and I. Although he has been quite ridiculous at times, I always fall back to some of the philosophical, and insightful conversations we had as I was growing up. And there is one story/thing I have learned from his and his AA cohort. Although they may be drunks, and recovering, they have lost more than we can ever imagine, and only the lucky ones get to regain some things they lost. On a night such as this, in the beautiful evening that Hermosa Beach has offered. The story goes as such.
A man and god where in a row boat together, god says, “you row I’ll steer”. Then, after a few years, the man says to god, lets switch. God says, “sure.” So the man decides to steer his own path for a while. Soon he notices, he keeps going in circles, and isn’t going anywhere. Thats when he turns around to look at god, and he’s sitting there doing nothing. He looks at god in confusion, god responds, “sorry I don’t row.”
Well happy July fourth world! This has been a night for the ages. Friends, new facinacitons, and interesting experiences. I know this is short but life has it’s own twists and turns. Let it live it’s life. Enjoi.
So tonight I had my first experience at a strip club. As a 23 year old maybe I’m late to the game. Don’t get me wrong as you know I have had a variety of sexual experiences, but a strip club is not Amon them. Unlike most men my age I feel terrible for being at one of these establishments. It’s not that I feel ba for the women, nor disrespect them, they need to do what makes them happy, or what’s works for them, but in my bones I feel terrible. I just don’t feel right with the world. My friends tell me ” get a dance and you’ll feel better” when honestly to the women not dancing and serving drinks I’d rather say, ” hey can I take you to dinner tomorrow night” than ” hey 30 bucks for a dance tonight.” It’s just strange to me. It’s not a depreciation of their performance or dis want for them, it’s just a feeling in my soul that I’m a terrible person for this experience. I was so ok with not being he person that went to strip clubs. And now I feel like I’ve hit something I do not want to return too. Anyways, I hope to feel more sane in the next few days. And I feel cleaner. I guess I learned differently, and for that I am proud. Until then good night and good luck. Enjoi.
Of course they know.
People really need to read the article because Mark Ruffalo’s response was amazing.
He did not ridicule the fans for their slash art. He didn’t say they were gross. He instead GOT EXCITED and praised them for being so creative and taking the characters to heart and running with them.
Also, ugh those fucking two they are so cute
Probably reading from my title, you’d think that I would have some crazy story about how I hooked up with some new infatuation of mine, but you’d be dead wrong. This has been an experience a year in the making. Exciting, relaxing and full of enjoyment. Amazing music, and great times with friends, only one or two busts on music, lots of new and random friends, with everything in between. I can’t believe I have almost lived a year in California, my mind is reeling about how wild and amazing my life is, and sometimes, when your in a bit of a low point mentally, it’s places like this, and people like this that remind you, it’s all pretty damn good in the end. Sometimes you need to forget about finding someone for the moment, and just feel and love the world around you. Happy Coachella everyone. Enjoi.
— Mandy Hale (via w-ritings)