He glanced at Tiberius. What was odder, perhaps, was that Ty was looking at him. Emma remembered Ty, years ago, saying, why do people say ‘look at me’ when they mean ‘look at my eyes’? You could be looking at any part of a person, and you’re still looking at them. But he was looking curiously at Kit’s eyes as if they reminded him of something.
This post came about after watching Louise Pentland’s video on it which you can watch here. also happy international women’s day to all my lovely lil ladies
It wasn’t until I watched Louise’s video that I realised how much I apologise for myself. I apologise for the state of my hair, I apologise for not looking my best, I apologise if someone bumps into me, I apologise is my handwriting’s a little messier than usual, I apologise for my anxiety - that I have little to no control over, I apologise for taking up space; I apologise for everything, really.
I say things like ‘I’m sorry if I’m being annoying’ or ‘I’m sorry you had to deal with me like that’ or ‘I’m sorry that my hair’s a mess’ or ‘I’m sorry I talk too much’ or ‘I’m sorry I rambled’ or ‘I’m sorry I’m me’ or ‘I’m sorry I laugh too loud’. I apologise for everything.
I’ve conditioned myself to apologise for me. My entire existence, I have apologised for. A lot of you probably do the same and it’s something that we really need to stop.
You don’t need to apologise for how you look, you don’t need to justify an outfit you’re wearing, you don’t need to apologise for your anxiety or if you have spots, you don’t need to apologise if you ran out the house without make up on or your hair up, you don’t need to apologise if you get excited about something and talk a lot, you don’t need to apologise for asking questions…
Stop apologising for yourself.
You are this incredibly unique person, you have so much potential inside you. Stars burn bright behind your eyes and fire floods your veins. So stop apologising for yourself. You deserve to treat yourself better. You deserve to hold your head up and say, ‘Yeah I got out of bed and I might not look like Kylie Jenner but I’m me and that’s okay. I’m not going to apologise for that.’ instead of ‘Oh I’m sorry I look a mess… slept in today’. No. You deserve to live a life without apologising for things like that. You deserve to live a life where you can be you and look how you look and you deserve to be okay with that.
Can a guy be a make up artist/hairstylist without being gay like can he be straight?? Because people say if you do make up and hair and your a guy your gay
when my twin brother (who’s gay) turned 21….. the first thing he did was apply at a gay bar in hillcrest. the owner at the time (who’s no longer w/ us - rip frank) hired him on the spot as a gogo dancer (my brother could dance & he was ripped). instead of sharing the exciting news with me (he was afraid i’d disapprove), he waits a couple of weeks & invites me out to a bar. i was super excited b/c you know… i’m a newly minted 21-year-old w/ raging hormones & i just recently ended my relationship w/ my gf. so i couldn’t wait to see what kind of trouble we were gonna get into. it was just the two of us & he didn’t tell me what kind of bar so i just assumed it was gonna be a straight bar (b/c you know… i’m straight). so we go to the bar & i’m kinda confused b/c there were a bunch of dudes & hardly any girls. i walk with him to the corner bar & he’s like, ‘i’ll be right back rob’ and i’m like ok, whatever. the bartender taps me on the back & ask me what i want to drink. i look at all the different bottles on the glass shelf behind him and didn’t recognize like 98% of the bottles on the shelf (i only drank cheap beer/tequila at the time). i tell him to make me whatever - i just wanna get drunk & have good time. so he brings me my drink & i’m excited to taste his concoction (not concocktion). it was the strongest mixed drink i’d ever had. i think to myself ‘this guy is a pro at getting people shitfaced.’ so i thank him & turn around to look for my brother & i can’t find him anywhere. i’m standing there for about 5-10 minutes sipping on my drink & watching dudes tear up the dance floor (gay guys are the best dancers in the universe. i’m sorry but it’s true). so after what seemed like eternity… my brother comes out on stage & he’s like half-naked except for his underwear & glitter on his body. i’m in complete shock & i start freaking out b/c he pulled the old bait & switch on me (& i didn’t know he worked there as a dancer). instead of sticking around, i decide to check out the rest of the bar - and try to make sense of it all. i end up bumping into frank (one of the owners) & he starts chopping it up with me. he’s like ‘you know i just hired your brother. you should work here too. you guys are good looking twins so you’d make good money.’ i tell him i’m straight & he’s like ‘follow me.’ takes me over to another bar & introduces me to this really good-looking dude (he looked like arnold schwarzenegger when he was in pumping iron) & he tells me that he’s straight. i’m blown the fuck away & my nerves start to calm down a little. this guy seemed like a pretty cool dude (he could have been a model too). so we’re talking for a bit & they both eventually convince me to work there. i was hired that same night as a bar back to work along side the straight bartender (didn’t work that night though). the guy ended up becoming my best friend & we had the wildest & craziest adventures together (i’ll share some of our adventures in future posts). i’ll tell you this… that ended up being the best job i ever had (i’ve worked for startups, doctors, tech/real estate/telecom/insurance/automotive companies). 3 years of awesomeness… but here’s the thing: early on, i used to be paranoid all the time b/c i would imagine my friends/teachers/coaches from high school/college finding out. i was always in a constant state of fear. but over time… i just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore. i started to accept & love myself. and i realized that my gay friends were more ‘real’ than all of my straight friends, combined. you know… it takes a ton of fucking courage to come out of the closet, a ton. it takes even more courage to hold your partner’s hand in public. i have a lot respect for my gay/lesbian coworkers, customers & friends b/c of all the adversity they went through in life. i came out of that experience with a ton of self-confidence. i judge less, love more. i’m more compassionate, open-minded, creative & fun. so yeah… you should definitely do it - be a makeup artist or hairstylist. why does it matter what society thinks of you? have u looked at society lately? it’s pretty fucked up. it’s fucking rigid. people are fucking miserable. don’t go there. you blaze your own trail my friend. don’t conform to this shit… transform it. and don’t label yourself a ‘straight hairstylist or makeup artist’. just call yourself a makeup artist/hairstylist. fuck the ‘straight/gay’ label. you don’t need to prove to anyone… and i fucking mean anyone… that you’re straight, the only thing you need to prove is that you can do their hair or makeup better than anyone. blaze your own path bro. and let the haters, hate. ~rob p.s. diversity is the most beautiful thing in the world. embrace it with open arms. pps. no one converted me. i still love nice, intelligent, beautiful, fun, creative women :)
when Johnny starts cutting Ponyboy’s hair, he knows how much his hair means to him and how lucky he should feel to even touch it, he knows it’s kinda crushing Ponyboy because Pony’s hair was his greatest achievement,,,, so knowing all this he cuts a bit and just kinda??? Idk what to even call it??? He just tries to hand a piece to Pony but Pony doesn’t want it so he just kinda sprinkles it on the floor like???? Johnny man what the fuck???