I… Wha? Huh?
I’m flattered and all, but why am I on a blog called ‘ilovegothgirls’? I wear pastels and listen to Justin Bieber, like for real. Hmmm.
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I… Wha? Huh?
I’m flattered and all, but why am I on a blog called ‘ilovegothgirls’? I wear pastels and listen to Justin Bieber, like for real. Hmmm.
(via ilovegothgirls)
Also, my mother’s Music Likes on Facebook are:
YES GOOD, I WAS RAISED BY THE BEST.
Seven months ago, I met a guy at a Halloween party and I clicked with him more than I have clicked with anyone in a really long time. He looked like a complete doofus because he was wearing purple short shorts and a pink crop top (what 23-year-old dresses up as Dora the Explorer?!) but he made me laugh all night, we talked about tattoos and music and books and got along very well - it is not often that I feel like there is no-one else in the room but with him that feeling was instant.
So yeah, I developed a huge crush on him, but then the girl who introduced me to him told me I wasn’t allowed to like him/ever date him so I basically spoke to him on Facebook chat as much as I could for the next month or so, and then we actually started hanging out a little bit and even though it had to be on the sly, every time I saw him I’d leave with a massive grin on my face and he just made me so fucking happy as a mate it was unreal. (Still had a crush on him though.)
Then I was going to England for a month and he drove me to the airport and I wanted him to kiss me goodbye but he didn’t. When I was over there, though, we Skyped for hours every day and I missed him like crazy and I felt like it was going to suck when I got back because being ‘best friends’ with him was awesome but I literally thought he was the hottest human being in the whole world and I could not stop thinking about kissing him.
Anyway I got home at the end of January and he kissed me the first night I got back and he became my boyfriend about ten minutes after that, now I get to see him whenever I like, he puts my feet in his mouth whenever I ask him to (which is often), I get to kiss him in the mornings when he’s disoriented and has sleep in his eyes and smells like boys smell in the mornings, he gets to put up with me when I’m sick and cranky and I get to give him blowjobs whilst we listen to A$AP, how sick is that?!?!
It is one in the morning and I am pretty damn lucky, I reckon.
I’m going to go down and spend a week or so with my mumma tomorrow, get my head sorted, catch up on all my freelance work, acquire myself a new winter wardrobe, potentially get a haircut, take my dog on a lot of beach walks, read some books and miss my boyfriend. I’m excited.
No, I think that’s a really silly, counter-productive mindset to have and a terrible, terrible habit to get into.
For a start, all beauty is subjective and just because I may think someone is prettier than I am, doesn’t mean the next person who comes along is going to necessarily agree.
Secondly, I don’t really see the point of determining a person’s value according to their aesthetic, I think that’s the wrong way to go through life. There are ALWAYS going to be literally millions of girls who are better looking than I am, but so what? They can’t apply their eyeliner like I do. They can’t write prose like I do. They can’t kiss, dance, converse, pass assignments, travel or love like I do because they’re not me, they’re themselves.
Comparing ourselves to other people is shit.
My boyfriend once said to me, “I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” and even though I think that is a load of CODSWALLOP, it doesn’t make that statement any less true if he believed it, you know?
Similarly, I’ve DEFINITELY had a girl say to me that I was the ugliest person in the world before - I think that’s bollocks too but hey, maybe she believed it and that’s alright too.
It’s all alright because every single one of us is so much more than what we look like, so fuck it, who cares.
I honestly don’t know if I can choose a Top 5, because I’ve read and adored hundreds of books. In saying that, whenever I get asked for favourites my brain always goes back to the same few authors/novels, so this might be a semi-accurate answer:
I am a great girlfriend.Check out this amazing book @daisylola bought for me!
Breakfast with my gorgeous boyfriend, book shopping, fruit eating and now I’m in the garden watching Twin Peaks and writing in my new Hobbit journal - life’s good xo
Hello! I have been tagged in a thingy by the lovely epilepticfantasies on Tumblr & I didn’t notice it until now, so I’m answering the questions a bit belatedly, sorry love!!!
YOU ARE INCREDIBLE BABY.Broken Goat Skull
Ink pen on stock.
AP - 2013
(possibly for sale)
Last night some guy sat me down and said, “The man who ends up marrying you will be quietly fascinated for the rest of his life. Fascinated and lucky, you are amazing.”
I totally shrugged it off but fuck, right in the feelings bro. Right in the goddamn feelings :(
This body of work is an exploration of the extent of cultural appropriation and encourages a discussion about it. I give the appropriator and the appropriated the opportunity to defend themselves and create a dialogue between them, while maintaining a neutral stance myself. I am not attacking those who appropriate, merely educating and creating awareness. I’m also exploring appropriation myself, and discovering the carying degrees of it within this visual conversation.
I’d like to make this a long term exploration, with a lot more participants as a form of generation-wide debate. If you’d like to be photographed to add your point of view, please do not hesitate to pop me a message here or an email at sanaahamid@yahoo.com and we could work something out!I still don’t know where my opinion is on this topic. I know a line should be drawn but I don’t know where…
This is a fascinating idea but I’m fully not into the way OP has chosen to include rational, intelligent statements from the ‘appropriated’, whilst seemingly deliberately allowing only for short, closed-off quotes from the ‘appropriating’.
I would like to see some variation in opinions and the way each side is presented, because I know many people of colour who do not believe cultural appropriation is a real or important thing; conversely I know many many privileged white girls who get so up in arms about it that they may explode. I know people who wear bindi, sari, etc, who would have really interesting things to say on why they choose to borrow from cultures other than their own, and I know members of those cultures who have nothing to say aside from “I don’t give a shit.”
This project is ongoing and that’s great, but how about some diversity in perspective from both sides of the fence.
You are allowed to disagree with people, even when those people are your partners - you don’t have to remain silent and complacent just because you are choosing to spend this portion of your life with them; nor do you need to feel like a shitty person simply because your partner is exhibiting shitty characteristics.
Now that’s out of the way…
For a start, your boyfriend is so full of shit I’m surprised you can stand to be around him due to the smell. He is allowed to disagree with promiscuous sex in terms of his own life, he is allowed to personally dislike it/the idea of it however that is where his freedom of expression and opinion stops. It is an incredibly narcissistic and convoluted notion that his opinion has to be the right one, and anyone who disagrees must automatically be making the ‘wrong’ choice.
Explain to your boyfriend that he ain’t the centre of anyone’s universe except his own, and that his slut shaming doesn’t reflect poorly on anyone but himself. It’s outdated, it’s lame, and it’s embarrassing. I don’t need to tell you why this is, I’m guessing you already know.
Never fear! Your boyfriend may be being a shithead now but it’s probably due to ignorance, rather than him being a terrible person. He probably had parents and teachers and peers who taught him that sex was something to barter with/use as ‘relationship currency’ rather than something to give freely to whomever an individual chooses (consent withstanding). Many people have peers and role models who teach them this & that’s okay, as long as they’re willing to learn - work on opening your boyfriend’s mind to the idea that sex isn’t as important or as terrifying as the media, church and traditions have cracked it up to be. Get him some literature on the matter or direct him to some blogs, sit down with him and have a calm chat about why his views might be really damaging and hurtful to a lot of people. Also explain to him why the sex lives of other people are none of his business.
CONVERSELY, accept that your boyfriend is a fool and move on, do your thang, realise that some people are never going to agree with you & work on remembering the things that do make him a good guy. Your call. x
The past week has been great - two trips to Byron, seeing old friends, drinking on rooftops with Annabelle, a zoo visit, so many coffee/vodka/wine dates with my Heni Peni discussing travel and the future, awesome music journalism related adventures and opportunities & as always falling asleep next to Andrew makes everything shine brighter.
I still want/need a place to live but hey, I’ll get there, I have faith in that. xo