"Is that somebody throwing something at me? Is that part of Cirque de Soleil?" - Hillary Clinton at a meeting of the Institute of Scrap Recycling Industries at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas, Nevada. [x]
These are questions we need to start asking ourselves (via jeniphyer)
A question I struggle with daily.
Last night I was talking with a friend about how I’m semi-dating (yuck) a man who is 11 years older than I am, and in an attempt to not seem like a teeny-bopper kid-sister I’m constantly fighting the urge to do things that are weird or goofy or slightly obnoxious. And that’s really difficult for me because, you know, that’s just, uh, what I do? Maybe that’s a strong indicator that I shouldn’t be with this person, or maybe it means that I should just stop worrying about what other people think, or maybe over-analyzing things is keepin’ me down. Who knows? (I do. I just don’t want to think about it.)
So during this conversation I made the point that sometimes I want to break out into this song. “Sometimes” meaning “every time,” obviously, because it’s just so goddamned great. But I keep myself from doing it because ew who wants to be with a person that does something like that gross how stupid be mature pls. Anyway, all of these thoughts and feelings were turned into a beautiful metaphor, and I slapped it on my chalkboard, and it’s not coming down until I believe every word of it.
"Well, do it. Sing your Linda song. If you want to. And if he doesn’t like it, or thinks it’s too strong, or says maybe later, sucks to his ass-mar."