1. I agonize over past errors and fantasize about the future because I’m afraid to deal with the urgency of the present.
2. Instead of using my issues to push me forward, I freeze up because I’m afraid to make mistakes.
3. My fears come from me comparing myself to my family. I look at how far they’ve gotten and I’ve somehow convinced myself that I can’t go further than that.
4. I have big dreams and I have the brains and capability to realize them, but I need to have the heart and the courage.
"And it’s me who is my enemy, me who beats me up. Me who makes the monsters, me who strips my confidence". That’s one of the lines of a song that pretty much got me through junior high. It’s called "Me", by Paula Cole. Good stuff.
Them: Yo, where you from? Me: Brooklyn. Them: Nah, I mean….where you FROM, where you from? Me: I was born on the Lower East Side. Them: Aight….Where your PARENTS from?? Me: Oh I see what you’re asking. I’m Puerto Rican and Jewish. Them: Oh WORD?? That’s rare. How that happen? Me: *blank stare*
They didn’t get…how this could happen…in the LES??
It just occurred to me that in a month, I’m going to have a roommate. And the reason it struck me, is because she said “I want to be friends with a gay. They would entertain me and go shopping with me.”
I’m going to have to live with this. Great.
That’s awful. I don’t know why people treat gays like they’re shopping bags or some seasonal accessory
The combination of honey and cinnamon has been used in both oriental and Ayurvedicmedicine for centuries. Cinnamon is one of the oldest spices known to mankind and honey’s popularity has continued throughout history. The two ingredients with unique healing abilities have…
Brooklyn: Why after every sentence you call me “shawty”? “Yo shawty… shawty.” I’m taller than you! Rashad: Ok well let me ask you this then: in New York City then why ya’ll gotta say “yo son” after every sentence? I’m not your kid, I’m not your child, why I gotta be your son? Teddy: Money… Rashad: B… Brooklyn: I call you “sun,” ‘cause you shine like one. Ya’ feel me? Rashad: That was real sentimental. Thanks.
I love this scene, though most New Yorkers could tell that the dude that played him was actually from the Bronx
Favorite bands: Ratatat, Beatles, Air, Fleetwood Mac
Favorite movie: Friday
Last movie watched: Beowulf
Favorite book: Sula, by Toni Morrison
Last book read: The Cheese Monkeys, by Chip Kidd
# of siblings: 2
# of pets: 0
Best school subject: English and Art.
Mac or PC? PC
Cell phone type: Blackberry
Current shirt color: Cerulean blue, with a white skeleton on it
Gamer? Not at all. I only like about 5 games.
Day or night? Day.
Summer or winter? Neither. I like fall.
Most-visited website? Twitter
Celebrity crush: Paul Walker, Will Demps
Biggest turn on: Guys who take care of themselves (moisturized skin, fresh breath, nice teeth, etc) without looking overly manicured (plucked brows, long nails), intelligence, great grammar, guys that are logical and can debate well, honesty, guys who don’t wear Axe.
For every hundred notes this gets, I will put off killing myself by 6 months. No questions asked I will just not kill myself for another 6 months.
If you don’t reblog this.
I’m judging you.
I will be judging you seriously if you don’t reblog this.
I’ll reblog, but I’ll also say this: Threatening suicide so that you can get reblogs on Tumblr is absolutely disgusting. I’m not one of those people who thinks that all suicides/threats of suicide are selfish; however, this one is. Anyone can reblog. It doesn’t mean that they care about you or your life. No one can care (or should care) more about you than you care about yourself. Maybe you should stay off Tumblr, and instead of contemplating suicide, contemplate why you’ve gotten to such a low point in your life, that reaching for reblogs via suicide threats seems to be the way to go.
The sun shines in a different way in this city packed with eight million souls all living outdoors. Summer time in Oklahoma is spent in shady backyards or underneath central air conditioning, people venturing out for barbecue and popsicles only once the sun has started to set. New York lives every…