Sandwich ideas…


Sandwich ideas…

I don’t know what asshole invented the idea that teenage girls are the cause for all evil, but I really hope that person never has to raise one. I don’t want him to see her dissolve in his fingers as society tells her to eat less, be thinner, be the damsel in distress, be something for a man to fix, be different but not too different, be special but never ever a special snowflake - I don’t want him to watch as she realizes that no matter what she loves, she’ll be made fun of for it. She can simply like her coffee from Starbucks and suddenly she’s vapid and thinks herself poetic. She’ll want to play video games but be called a fake nerd, particularly if she poses in any remotely flirtatious way because for some reason despite the entire community playing games with poorly dressed women they still hate it when a real girl wears less clothing, she will be seen as trespassing in a specifically male space - but when she falls in love with a female-based television show for children, she’ll watch as men step on themselves to sexualize it. If she wants old-fashion romance she’s seen as being naive but at the same time is told to keep herself ‘pure’ for some dude that might not hurt her. If she admits to being anything, she makes herself a target. She will be told her worth is based on how much a man values her. She might love to cook but she’ll hate being asked to stay in the kitchen, she might love to read but get told she’s too introverted by half the population and ‘not that special’ by the other. If she loves to go out and party, she’s ‘just another college co-ed,’ if she loves to spend her friday nights watching anime, she’s a shut-in. God forbid she be proud of something: the words “I’m different from other girls” are a death sentence because we live in a society that doesn’t want to see women like that, a society that doesn’t like the idea maybe we all are actually different and not carbon copies of each other, maybe we all would like to feel unique and loved and worth knowing - maybe the real problem is that she will be raised to believe being a girl means silicone and photoshop and dying as a way to move forwards a plot - and she doesn’t want to be seen as that. When she says “I’m not like other girls,” she means she’s not like the girls she sees on tv, these invented two-dimensional creatures that say one line and then get chased down by monsters.

She can try all she likes. She’ll be shut down at every single fucking turn. What she doesn’t know is that they’re getting her ready for when she’s grown up because she’ll be so used to being stepped on she’ll just give up. Why respect women when you don’t even respect little girls?

And when she is burning up, when she mentions that her insides are volcanoes and her skin is too thin to contain them: she will be told she is hysterical, that she’s doing it for attention.

I don’t want him to watch as she shuts down, as she learns to live as a paradox, I don’t want him to see her rip herself to shreds in order to be perfect, I don’t want him to realize that there’s no way she’ll get help because she’s only doing what she’s told.

—   Teenage girls aren’t the downfall of society, society is the downfall of teenage girls. /// r.i.d (via splitterherzen)

(Source: inkskinned, via splitterherzen)


Solitude on We Heart It.

Just registered for the second SAT.

Sometimes I think that my grades are all I can and will ever get and that all I am is a freaking line of As and Bs and god forbid a random C+ thrown in as a test grade. I guess I’m writing this because I’m panicking and realizing that all colleges will see is a mediocre student with no passion and ambivalence and indecision towards her career and not a student they want. No college will like me and I don’t even know if I like myself anymore because I know I don’t do my best all the time and my grades show it.

There are kids out there who give all they have and get the grade and get in to the college of their dreams and get the job and I’ll just be content with the stagnation I deserve because I didn’t want to write that paper or study harder or be better. Shitshitshit man I’ve screwed up high school and these 3 almost 4 years have destroyed my dreams and my image of what I could achieve and the image I have of myself. And it probably won’t work out and I’m not as smart as my fifth grade test scores and my mother promised me.

Stanford Magazine—What It Takes


"How does Stanford’s undergraduate admissions staff decide who gets accepted? Short answer: It’s complicated."


(via insider-applying)

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”

—   n.t. (via to-salsabeel)

(via iriscatharsis)


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