"I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice . . .The only reality I offer is challenge, and being well is being free to accept it or not at whatever level you are capable. I never promise lies, and the rose-garden world of perfection is a lie"
my blog is like this fucking grab bag except you never exactly know what you’re going to get in said bag
is it fandom???
is it feminist rants???
is it food???
who knows you could probably find a fucking crocodile in there
hello. my name is alice oseman. i’m 19.
if you’ve followed me for a few years, which some of you have, since i was like 15/16, you’ll know that i’ve wanted to be a published author for quite a while.
you’ll also know that i wasn’t a very happy person when i was at school. i hated school a lot. A LOT. it got to the point where there was only one thing i really enjoyed about my life. and that was writing this book. Solitaire.
i would think about it all of the time. i would get homework done at school so i could write at home. i would spend entire weekends tucked up in bed, writing, and i’d go to school on four hours of sleep because i’d stayed up writing. i didn’t want anybody to read it. i wasn’t writing it for anyone else. it was just for me. in a life that seemed so out of my hands, this book and this story and these characters were things that depended entirely on me. it made me feel like i was worth something.
it wasn’t until i’d finished and edited it that i even considered that other people might enjoy it too. that’s when the determination hit, i guess. this book was completely and totally an outlet - i wrote it in anger and in sadness and in the desperate hope that life could be less boring than it was proving to be. so i finished it and decided - i am not putting up with any of this shit anymore. i am so fucking done. the only thing that i ever want to be is a writer. it is the only thing that makes me happy. i’d better get on and do something.
now i have a book in my hands. an actual book printed by a major publisher.
it’s going to be in waterstones and other bookshops. it’s going to be in the UK and america and australia and france and brazil and a heap of other countries. people are going to read and enjoy the story that i wrote because i didn’t know what else to do to make myself happier.
i believe i am possibly one of the luckiest people in the world
and i hope that my book, and the books that i will write in the future, will bring something to people’s lives, as Solitaire brought something to mine
STILL THE FUNNIEST THING EVER
i will never get over this
Getting blood/lab work done tomorrow morning. I’m going to laugh when I hear back that everything looks perfectly fine. Then cry. Then laugh until I stop crying.
Stop using “asexuals are only 1% of the population” as an excuse to dismiss them or try to invalidate people because you know how many people are on this fucking planet? Over seven billion people.
So you know how much “1% of the population” is?? Over seventy million people.
That’s double the size of the entire population of Canada. The entire population of Canada could be asexual.
shhh nobody’s supposed to know
DO YOU EVER FANTASIZE ABOUT HUGGING SOMEONE FAMOUS
NO SEX THOUGHTS, NO AUTOGRAPHS OR PHOTOS
JUST A BIG, GENUINE HUG THAT LASTS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF TIME AND COMPLETES YOUR LIFE
Recently, my friends and I have been very creative with creating our own dance moves. Such as: the mohawk, the seatbelt, the kitty, the Kaname, the pelvic thrust (not new but funny story behind that one), and the necklace.
APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN! Spread the word and join us today!
special thanks to ohfantine for this wonderful graphic.
Live theatre. A gorgeous thing, isn’t it? Musicals and plays, from all over the world. A dream of a few hours, or one of a life. There’s a lot of things to love about theatre. Wonderful scores, amazing actors, feelings, or simply forgetting the world we live in for a little. And a theatre fan, there’s a lot one can do. Collect cast recordings or bootlegs to discover productions from the other side of the world, collect memorabilia, discuss it, discuss acting choices, dream of one day being on stage, and, of course, watch shows sometimes. And it’s great truly, as, after all, this gives a thing in common to people everywhere on this planet.
But, hey, what’s that network? Oh, just a little thing to unite theatre fans everywhere. For those who adore seeing a musical (or a play, after all, both are nice), whether it’s in the West End, in Germany, on Broadway, in Japan or Hungary. Just a few theatre scenes at the top of my head. A network to unite people, find a little group of people with that one thing in common with you, who are always willing to discover new stage works. In a few bullet points…
This network is for you if:
- You like theatre (Duh!), no matter what your favorite scene is, or what your native language is.
- You’re willing to discover new shows, with the help of the people you’ll meet in there.
- Want to make friends, and follow some rad theatre blogs.
Oh, sounds just like me! And how do I get in?
- You’ll have to follow the network blog, where further news will be posted, as well as my blog, and promise you’ll follow some of the other blogs in there.
- Be willing to use the tumblr tagging system to tag triggers, or things the others might not want to see.
- Reblog this post!
- And fill in this little survey. Because I’m quite curious.
Cool, done, and then what?
- Then, we’ll start picking people for the network! Sounds fun right? That will start on the fifth of August, or if the post reaches 100 reblogs before that (which probably won’t happen)
- You’ll be notified through ask, and on the theatrenetwork blog about being accepted.
- Once accepted, you’ll join the theatrenetwork sideblog, as well as a ‘secret one’, where you’ll be able to talk to other members
- Again, once accepted, we’ll ask you to have a link to the network on your blog.
- Oh, and to track the tag ‘theatrenet’, where you’ll be allowed to post about theatre, plays, musicals, and to post gifsets, graphics and fanfics related to that.
- And then, we’ll start setting up little things, whether for the whole group (bootleg/movie musical watching, group critique of cast recordings for example) or help you set up smaller things to exchange with specific members of the group (for example, let’s say we have two POTO fans, one in Hamburg, one in London? How about you two trade programmes from the productions around your place?)
- Then, again, it’ll only be a beginning! We can find hundreds of things to do, once we all got to know each other and that network is set up!
So, here you go friends, this is why you should apply today to this darling INTERNATIONAL THEATRE NETWORK. - Lottie
I was thinking about it yesterday when I was at the mall and, even though I’m 5’8, I think I’d be able to pull off one of those shirts that says I’m not short, I’m fun-size
Because I literally am not short. And hey, I can be my own kind of fun-size, right?
I missed my interview with a company I would have possibly interned for because I didn’t see the email in which I was told I would be interviewed today….at 9:30 a.m. And I have no excuse but my own stupidity at not seeing the email before.
girl hate is toxic, I don’t have time or patience for girls making fun of each other’s bodies etc
Okay. But let’s talk about Thor for a second. Thor does not get enough love and (Loki forgive me) he is honestly one of the best fucking characters Marvel has. And it’s shown so simply and so beautifully right here. He is so fucking chill about everything. Obviously, he doesn’t live in space, he lives in Asgard. But he knows everyone thinks he’s kinda like an alien, and he just goes along with it because why not? These humans are funny in their lack of understanding, but it’s an endearing kind of funny. Just like in the first movie, where Darcy tells him to smile so she can take a picture of him and he has no fucking clue what she’s doing or what a phone is and it could kill him for all he knows but he just fucking smiles and keeps eating his delicious pancakes because he’s just so chill like that. And if you look at his face in the first gif, it’s very serious and concentrated but the moment Darcy starts talking to him he loosens up and is like “Muscles? Ah, yes I suppose I am quite muscular. Oh, she’s inquiring about Asgard. But she called it space. She seems confused as to my origins, but it’s not of import. I like space, that’s a good name. I shall call it space too.”
And that little head nod he does back to her in the last gif. I’m dead. Deceased. Murdered from Thor cuteness.
He’s just.. ugh, Thor doesn’t get enough appreciation. There are so many little things he does that go ignored but no more. His complete adorableness will be appreciated.
Me: LOVE IS AN OPEN DO- ugh I forgot to get hair dye. I really need to do that.