there was a part of me which was always capable


lost meme:

ten characters; sayid jarrah
“I was twenty-three years old when the Americans came to my country. I was a good man. I was a soldier. And when they left, I was something different. For the next six years I did things I wish I could erase from my memory, things which I never thought myself to be capable of. But I did come to learn this-there was a part of me which was always capable. You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah, and I am a torturer.


a few of my favourite things ☆ (27/30) male characters: sayid jarrah

i was twenty-three years old when the americans came to my country. i was a good man. i was a soldier. and when they left, i was something different. for the next six years i did things i wish i could erase from my memory - things which i never thought myself to be capable of. but i did come to learn this - there was a part of me which was always capable. you want to know who i am? my name is sayid jarrah, and i am a torturer.


I have an imaginary boyfriend
It is not as troublesome as you may think

See, I know that he is not real
But he means so much to me
Because he represents my self love

I think very little of myself
I hate my body
I hate my mind
I hate my soul
But I can still create this figure who loves me
This means that there is a part of my brain which is still capable of thinking good things about me
Maybe these feelings ​have to be personified
But they are there

So think whatever you will about me
And my fictional love
But he will be there for me
Through anything and everything
Forever and always
Because he is a part my myself

Hillary’s speech was like watching the moon landing. I don’t remember anyone ever telling me that a woman could never be president. But that’s how deeply sexism and “less-than” are woven into American culture. My culture. The understanding that women matter less, that we’re capable of less, and that all our achievements can be calculated in husbands, babies, hotness or bra size – it’s everywhere. It’s what we breathe.

And suddenly last night, right there on our screens: we breathed new air. I couldn’t know before I witnessed this moment of political theater, in which Clinton even quoted Hamilton, how the presence of a woman on stage would lift up a part of me that has always been downtrodden. Seeing this fellow woman, with whom I share the experience of surviving a culture, a government and an economy that treats women as 70 cents to a man’s dollar … it felt like something broken inside me spontaneously mended.


Men, you can’t know what it’s like to always navigate the world knowing that your ability to navigate the world means, in part, charming or pleasing or deferring to or avoiding sexual inappropriateness from men. The countless little invisible slights, the horrible attacks, the 30 cents missing from every earned dollar. We all know about all of that, not that the world cares, but Thursday night a spotlight shone on something so powerful that it was invisible. The understanding that only men are American presidents. Perhaps no longer.


Hillary Clinton’s speech was a powerful, primal first – and it blew me away.

My friend, Xeni, wrote a column that clearly and powerfully explains what Hillary Clinton’s nomination means for a lot of women, including women like her who didn’t expect to feel this way.