So, while I loathe to go into this part of my life, I believe this is a story worth sharing.
It doesn’t matter to me who you vote for or what you believe, as long as you don’t vote for Trump. :)
I first heard it carried to me on the tree’s whispers. A sigh of exasperation, confusion, disbelief, and joy. My ears perked at the strange sound, and I breathed deeply for another clue of what it could be that had the trees so deeply gossiping.
So, my boyfriend recently started playing Oblivion after he ordered a steam controller for his birthday. It reminded me how much I love Oblivion and how much I hate Skyrim.
The original point of money was that we realized there were useful activities other than food gathering, and didn't want the useful people doing those activities to starve.Luke McKinney
One of the most awe-inspiring artists I have ever had the delight of stumbling upon, Kishi Bashi’s live performances are always charged with electricity. His unique combination of symphonic composition mixed with modern looping technology creates a sound unlike anything I’ve ever heard. This is my favorite performance of his, and I wanted to share it to celebrate the gorgeous Spring weather upon us.
During a gchat conversation with my lovely boyfriend, I stumbled upon this point. I wanted to share it because I think it’s quite nice.
No one can hold me accountable for my power. I must impose self-regulation or become saturated in the power that I have grown into.
It’s no secret that millennials are constantly seeking validation. Oh wait, I phrased that incorrectly. That actually is a secret.
I recently read an article about crying that brought to light an old point I’d cooked up. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to reframe feminine traits that the patriarchy has vilified. The subtle inculcations of at a male-based society can seem quite benign at first, then dastardly pernicious.