Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow, but out there, when you’re a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes, you don’t know what that’s like. Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself. Think of it this way; every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now, students. If they can do it, why not us?
Fan Bingbing in Ulyana Sergeenko Couture at the Trophée Chopard Party during the Cannes Film Festival, May 17th 2013
lotv:
I hope this makes some of you in a better mood. Because I’m feeling quite over the day. But this helps a bit.
I was having such a bad day, this made it a little better. Ducklings are so cute
Zuhair Murad Spring/Summer 2007
kate & allison; parallels
Twelve more of Izzy Stradlin
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
as far as i can tell from my dash there’s some sort of gay musical olympics going on that only europe was invited to
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
