or live in a bubble

anonymous asked:

what did you mean about youtubers living in a small bubble?

Well they’re just so isolated from reality. Not all – some are grounded and attached to some kind of normalcy, but others I watch are just so privileged it’s actually hard to watch. For instance, I love Cartia Mallan, but she preaches all the time about “spontaneity” and tells her viewers to be “fearless”, but most people can’t book plane/concert/festival/hotel tickets left and right or go overseas for a month without working, because they can’t afford it. A lot of youtubers only have what they have because of 1) wealth, and 2) looks. I get that they have jobs too but they are just so far away from a regular life. I guess I just have a thing against famous people who have no talent, no respect for money or hard work, and have everything handed to them on a silver platter

“Here’s the thing: I grew up in Kentucky. I sold insurance door-to-door. I sold ladies’ shoes. I worked at an all-night liquor store. I would buy suits that were too big and too long and cut the bottom of the pants off to make ties so I’d have a tie to go on job interviews. I grew up understanding what it was like to not have health insurance for eight years.”

“So this idea that I’m somehow the “Hollywood elite” and this guy who takes a shit in a gold toilet is somehow the man of the people is laughable.”
“People in Hollywood, for the most part, are people from the Midwest who moved to Hollywood to have a career. So this idea of ‘coastal elites’ living in a bubble is ridiculous. Who lives in a bigger bubble? He [Trump] lives in a gold tower and has twelve people in his company. He doesn’t run a corporation of hundreds of thousands of people he employs and takes care of. He ran a company of twelve people!”
“When you direct a film you have seven different unions all wanting different things, you have to find consensus with all of them, and you have to get them moving in the same direction. He’s never had to do any of that kind of stuff. I just look at it and I laugh when I see him say 'Hollywood elite.’ Hollywood elite? I don’t have a star on Hollywood Boulevard, Donald Trump has a star on Hollywood Boulevard! Fuck you!”

—  George Clooney


See, this is what happens when people live in insular bubbles and think politics only happens in closed rooms and debate floors. People who aren’t targeted by Neo-Nazis believe the Nazis don’t actually exist, that they went away in the 1940’s. You’re fucking fooling yourselves.

This isn’t some stupid shitty political meme of “ugh everyone I disagree with is a Nazis” that the Right loves to push. Consider, for a second in your over privileged lives, that we (Jews, Black people, Latinos, disabled people, lgbtq people) really are fighting against the Nazis all over again and your denial only makes it harder for us.


Islands Digitally Composed From Images of Abandoned Sites by Fabio Araujo

Brazilian designer Fabio Araujo digitally composes images of abandoned sites to create undesirable islands, small patches of earth ripped up from long neglected corners of civilization. The series, Abandoned Places, exists both as image and video as Araujo animates discrete elements of the works to play in a loop. These areas serve as the only “living” aspect in-frame, focusing on a single deer or bubbling creek that has managed to survive amidst crumbling architecture and rusted water towers.


Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back.
No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal.
I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides*
The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.

Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,)
This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING

For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you

How do you tell the most beautiful girl in the world that you’re in love with her eyes? The calmness, the freedom and the excitement you feel looking into them. How do you tell her that the way she always ties her hair up into a bun is cute? Or how your mind runs laps when she tries something new with it and you love her hair even when she hasn’t done a thing with it. How do you tell her that her smile is the most contagious thing you’ve ever experienced? Making the chemicals in your brain to jump around and go crazy, causing you smile back.

How do you tell the most beautiful girl in the world that you love the shape of her body? To tell her that you sit in awe, admiring the curves of her body when she sends you pictures. How do you tell her you love her legs? she says they are too thick, yet you think they are gorgeous, sexy. How do you tell her you want her to wrap them around you so I can grab them and hold them?

How do you tell the most beautiful girl in the world that her beauty doesn’t stop at her physical features? To tell her that she’s the sweetest, kindest girl you’ve ever met. That the way she loves you and cares for you makes you feel life is worth living. you love her at her highs, when she is talkative, bubbly and crazy. But I also love her at her lows, when she is tired, upset and needs someone to remind her just how special she is.

How do you tell the most beautiful girl in the world that you love the smallest details about her? Like her accent, her laugh, the way you can hear her blushing just from the way she talks. When her eyes light up talking about something she’s passionate about.

How do you tell her you love her, you want her, you’d happily spend the rest of your life with her? Wake up to her every morning and treat her with the respect, love and support she deserves.

I guess the thing is… You can tell her. I think the real question is… How do you make her believe it?

—  King-of-a-Queen
IT characters as things I’ve heard on the bus

Bill: Forget the butterflies, I feel the whole zoo when I’m with you.

Richie: I don’t have a dirty mind. I have a sexy imagination.

Eddie: I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.

Stan: Some people are like clouds. When they disappear, it’s a beautiful day.

Ben: I did not trip. The floor looked sad, so I thought it needed a hug.

Mike: You smell like drama and a headache, so please get away from me!

Beverly: Be a pineapple: stand tall, wear a crown and be sweet on the inside.

Georgie: There is no angry way to say bubbles.

Pennywise: I don’t live in the darkness. Darkness lives in me.