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Name: Elly
Gender: Female
Interests: hrumm. weird indie music and web comics and old movies and the mrs. piggle wiggle books and photography and thinking in 100x100 squares. because now i look at the world like it's made up of icons. and it's a cool perspective to have.
Expertise: cropping. WOO! it's a great expertise to have really. also being really annoying and also impossible to get really mad at. i don't know how i do it. it must be a weird only child thing.
Occupation: making you wonderful icons!
Industry: public relations. yeah.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  mindshade90
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Member Since:
11/17/2005
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| Woot woot woot woot woot!Fahrenheit 451 is the best book ever written, period.
Anyway, I thought I'd better come back when Xanga sent me the "Xanga misses you!" email. I mean, really, that's kind of sad.
Icons I guess?
 
 
 
 
...The ways in which our society keeps women obsessed with their looks serves a gross sexist purpose. In the same way that we're brought up by the media and influenced by cultural standards to think about men, relationships and weddings constantly, we're taught to be forever worried about our appearance. It's a distraction, really. Just like a lot of the other shit I've been talking about. The more we're worked up about how fat we are or how hot we want to be, the less we're worried about the things that really matter, the things that will affect our lives.
(On that subject, I'm going to make a concerted effort not to use pictures of super-skinny girls on this site, for any purpose. Thinspo is bullshit.)
 
 
From their second kiss on it was a grasping meeting of lips and teeth and tongues until all once they came to the point when it was no longer an option to go back, because neither of them wanted to.
 
 
 
 
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"'Stuff your
eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in
factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such
an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth
which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life
away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great
sloth down on his ass.'" |
 
 
 
 
Every society gets the kind of criminal it deserves. What is equally
true is that every community gets the kind of law enforcement it
insists on.
 
 
What is objectionable, what is dangerous about extremists, is not that
they are extreme, but that they are intolerant. The evil is not what
they say about their cause, but what they say about their opponents.
 
 
 
 
Laws can embody standards; governments can enforce laws; but the final
task is not a task for government. It is a task for each and every one
of us. Every time we turn our heads the other way when we see the law
flouted, when we tolerate what we know to be wrong, when we close our
eyes and ears to the corrupt because we are too busy, or too
frightened, when we fail to speak up and speak out, we strike a blow
against freedom and decency and justice.
 
 
 
 
It is now relatively clear how [Jacques] Lacan might criticise the dominant Western tradition which upholds the belief that language aids us in becoming thinking, autonomous persons. The major assumption of this Cartesian picture of subjectivity and language is precisely what Lacan intends to undermine, namely, that we use language to create ourselves. Lacan maintains that language uses us to create at most a social fantasy of unitary selfhood.
 
 
My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and
express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a
preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.
 
 
 
 
Few will have the greatness to bend history itself;
but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the
total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.
 
 
 
 
Progress is a nice word. But change is its motivator. And change has its enemies.
 
 
 
 
It is not enough to understand, or to see clearly.
The future will be shaped in the arena of human activity, by those
willing to commit their minds and their bodies to the task.
(Not to sacrifice my feminist ideals, but uh, if there are any guys that look like that, with dreads and a scruffy beard and are maybe pretty liberal that see this, I would be happy to provide you with any way of contacting me that you'd like. :)
 
 
 
 
All of us might wish at times that we lived in a more
tranquil world, but we don't. And if our times are difficult and
perplexing, so are they challenging and filled with opportunity.
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| An update. Wow, this feels incredibly odd.
Hee!
 
 
 
 
I hate the idea
of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and
betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
-E. M. Forster
 
 
 
 
If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
 
 
 
 
There is a great difference between being willing to die for your country, and wanting to die for your country.
 
 
 
 
Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot
of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny
ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different
centers of energy and daring, these ripples build a current that can
sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
-Robert F. Kennedy
 
 
 
 
Though he's gone, and you are wonderful, it's hard to move on.
Yet, I'm better near to you.
 
 
 
 
"He's a scumbag, that's what he is. He's-he's a great big bag of scum.
Scumming around in a big bag, that's what he is. He always has been,
and he always will be. . . . You can take the scum out of the bag but
you can't... take the bag out of the scum. Born in the bag scum, that's
what he is."
 
 
 
 
-Damn to the depths whatever muttonhead thought of parley.
-French. Latin based, of course. Inventors of mayonnaise.
-I like mayonnaise.
-Shame about the French, really. Obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes, really. Think about it.
-Don't know.
-Terrific singers, the French. Eunuchs, all of them.
-I used to date a eunuch.
-I'll get my coat.
 
 
 
 
A: You're the last girl we'd ever rape.
B: Thanks. You're an asshole.
A: Yes, but an endearing one.
B: Hkhfgdlkfgh, she left her shit in my car. What is wrong with these people?
C: SHE LEFT HER SHIT IN YOUR CAR??
A: Well screw this then, we're not raping her either.
C: This means our list is growing shorter.
A: TO COLLEGE.
 
 
 
 
Civilized man conceals from himself the extent of his subordination to nature. The grandeur of culture, the consolation of religion absorb his attention and win his faith. But let nature shrug, and all is in ruin. Fire, flood, lightning, tornado, hurricane, volcano, earthquake - anywhere at any time. Disaster falls upon the good and bad. Civilized life requires a state of illusion.
 
 
 
 
A motorcycle is a combination of pony, blow dryer, and vibrator - perfect for girls of all ages.
 
 
 
 
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
-Nelson Mandela
 
 
It is not enough to fight. It is the spirit which we bring to the fight that decides the issue. It is morale that wins the victory.
 
 
 
 
The dogma of the church was challenged in the mid-17th-century by Renee Descartes's famous pronouncement "Cogito ergo sum" ("I am nervous about having to add"), and the age of rationalism began. Rationalism then gave way to empiricism, and David Hume declared that it was impossible to know if anything existed at all, though later he recanted when he stubbed his toe on a doorjamb.
-Steve Martin
 
 
 
It could be argued that I know slightly less about what it means to be in a healthy long-term relationship than your average monkey does about what it feels like to drown in quicksand.
 
 
 
 
In this world of sin and sorrow if virtue triumphs over vice it is not because it is virtuous, but because it has bigger and better guns; if honesty prevails over double-dealing, it is not because it is honest, but because it has a stronger army more nobly led; and if good overcomes evil it is not because it is good, but because it has a well-lined purse. It is well to have right on your side, but it is madness to forget that unless we have might we might as well realize it will avail us nothing. We must believe that God loves men of good will but there is no evidence to show that He will save fools from the results of their folly.
-W. Somerset Maugham, Then and Now
 
 
 
 
By erasing the cottony layer of self-deceit, one realizes that the world really is just as cold and empty as one suspected. Without believing in love, or God, or the basic decency of mankind the whole of life becomes a void.
Most people consider this a bad thing. I consider it waking from a dream I have long shared with the rest of the universe, to find one thing is true. I am alive.
 
 
 
 
Being condescending and rude is appropriate when an argument is so pointless and stupid that one needs that "extra special edge" to win. (Even moreso when one realizes his true superiority to anyone else in the room. Try actually believing that you are better than anyone else, and then losing an argument. It's impossible.)
 
 
 
 
Eknath Easwaran, the California meditation teacher whose book "Gandhi the Man" is the simplest, and therefore loveliest, of the many Gandhi biographies, describes seeing Gandhi meditate during the evening prayer service in the last years of his life. The text that evening was from the second chapter of the Gita. As the sonorous verses were read, you could see him completely absorbed, his mind growing calm and still. His concentration was so complete that it was no longer the second chapter you were listening to, it was the second chapter you were seeing, witnessing for yourself the transformation it describes: "They are forever free who have broken, Out of the ego-cage I and mine, To be united with the Lord of Love. This is the supreme state. Attain thou this And pass from death to immortality." On the other hand, you could have 1.6 Gb, a 10xCD-ROM, 128 MB RAM and a smug dose of superiority.
-Bill McKibben, Salon
 
Was that okay? Sorry it's been so long. I'll make no promises about when I'll be back, but I enjoyed this far more than I recalled. :)
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| well, so.... i'm updating.
it's weird.
 
 
 
 
to beguile the time, look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue; look like th' innocent flower but be the serpent under't.
 
 
 
 
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some, there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write, they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
 
 
 
 
happiness is the secret to all beauty. there is no beauty that is attractive without happiness.
 
 
 
 
you and i could quit this scene
build a town and then secede
 
 
 
 
We got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough. It's just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms.
 
 
 
 
the only thing i know is everything you love will die. the first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
 
 
 
 
"i do the best i can, honey. and i know sometimes it isn't quite enough and i'm sorry, but thats what you get in life, you know? you get whoever you end up with. whoever is willing to stick by you and fight for you when everyone else is gone."
 
 
 
 
"sometimes all the psychological help in the world can't do anything. sometimes boredom just has to set in. You get bored with always having less than what everyone else seems to have, less than what you want. You start thinking that maybe you actually deserve better, not because you learned to love yourself or lost all that weight or saw that great episode on Dr.Phil, but just because you got bored. Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again. Thats what happened to me, i think. i hope it will be a lot faster for you"
 
 
 
 
honey, he didn't unbutton your blouse to get a better view of your heart.
 
 
 
 
"A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful"
 
 
 
 
I'll captivate you if you'll let me. I can hold your interest with my perverted sense of humor and strange ways. I'm a figure of intrigue while roaming the streets with my comrades. I'm terribly self conscious but I try to overshadow it with my better qualities. I criticize others to no end, including myself; I'll never be good enough to meet my own standards. I'm ruthless. I lie, steal, and disobey. I live for the simple things but on my own terms. I'll try not to disappoint you.
 
 
 
 
i'm sorry if i made you want to cry
you should know i never meant to hide
i just hate bringing you down
 
 
 
 
I just need a boy to come up to me and give me a hug and say "I'm so sorry that my entire gender sucks"
 
 
 
 
trust is a fragile thing. once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. but once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. in the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. it really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.
 
 
 
you were always faking and I thought this was real. i guess i was mistaken so tell me how it feels to know that i am broken alone and out of place. i can’t keep up with your lies or falling on my face.
you never really looked at all.
 
 
 
 
and now i see that the only thing you want from me is another reason to let go. i gave you everything, and you took nothing less, but i can't waste another second trying to make this last.
 
 
 
 
nobody broke your heart
you broke your own because you can't finish what you start
nobody broke your heart
if you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart.
 
 
 
 
i've got a good mind to throw it all away
 
 
 
 
and when her hips start to sway, you realize she is the only reason you stayed. you take her into your arms, and kiss her... and she pulls away. and says "where have you been?"
 
 
 
 
and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
because i just can't think anymore about that or about him tonight
 
 
 
just because it hurts doesn't mean that it's love.
 
 
 
 
you won't look at me again and
i'm trying even harder again and
you smiled again and i'm fucking falling again
 
 
 
 
sometimes we love people so much that we have to be numb to it. because if we actually felt how much we love them, it would kill us.
 
 
 
 
me tienes tan enamorada
todas mis fuerzas se me van si estas aqui
y mis poderes no son nada
me siento tan normal, tan fragil, tan real
 
 
 
 
it could begin and end in an evening
 
 
 
 
you want me all to yourself
you've got me now
i've got to think to myself
where do you end?
and where do you begin?
 
 
 
and what made you think that he couldn't find the door in the morning?
when he found that bed so easily in the dark.
 
 
 
 
Remember that night, the one where we just sat there and talked? Well, that night I fell in love with you. And for that one night I felt like I belonged. I just thought of that night, and I realized how much I really miss you.
 
 
 
 
you fall in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he can make you laugh. or in this case, because he made you believe you were the one who could save him.
 
 
 
when you've laughed as much as you breathed, you've realized how much life is beautiful.
 
 
 
 
everything gets better in the end. if it's not better, then it's not the end.
 
 
 
 
i've got a good mind to throw it all away
 
 
 
Follow your dreams no matter what. That's what I live by more than anything. No matter how old you are or how young you are, you should be living your wildest fucking fantasies. That's the only reason we're on this planet.
 
 
 
 
let's go, the curtain's open
get this show on the road
i want to feel my heart explode
 
 
 
there's always tomorrow, she tells herself.
there is nothing more powerful than hope.
 
 
 
not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.
 
 
whenever you find you are on the side of the majority, it is time to stop and reflect.
 
 
 
watch the sun set. stare at the clouds. spend the day with a loved one because honey,
life is short.
and these moments won't last forever.
 
uh, so i am pretty sure that was at least three hundred icons.
:)
i hope you liked it. comment and subscribe! and i shall be back again hopefully sooner this time!
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| today is quote city.
"you know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?" said
ginger, not paying him the least bit attention. "it's all the people who
never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they're
really good at. it's all the sons who become blacksmiths because their
fathers were blacksmiths. it's all the people who could be really
fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a
musical instrument, so they become bad plowmen instead. it's all the
people with talents who never even find out. maybe they are never even born in a time when it's even possible to find out."
she took a deep breath. "it's all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. it's all the wasted chances."
God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to
find out their quality. He knew it already. it was i who didn't. in
this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench
all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house of cards. His
only way of making me realize the fact was to knock it down.
the whole of life is just like watching a click, he thought. only it's
as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has
started, and no one will tell you the plot, so you have it work it all
out yourself from the clues.
and you never, never get a chance to stay in your seat for the second
house.
she was a magical aunt. when i skinned my knee, father applied a
stinging liquid, but aunt spoke and the pain faded. on halloween i
wanted a real witch's hat; aunt provided. when she died gently at 140,
songbirds flew from her mouth in all directions. afterwards father said
"never speak of her to anyone."
let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith, let us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it.
the more you get to know a person, the more attractive they become to you. because everything beautiful you see on
the inside of them you're suddenly able to see on the outside of them too.
all the college brochures and discussions have only confirmed for me
what i already knew: college is not a place for me. i hate school,
simple as that. i tolerate it because i have to, but when i'm there all
i can think about is when the school day will end, the weekend come,
vacation start, my life begin again. i would rather study european
history by going to europe, or far eastern religions by traveling to
china and india. i'd prefer to learn the great works of literature by
watching shakespeare in the park, and understand geometry and algebra
by jumping off a triangular precipice and determining the distance to
the bottom by whether the resulting injury requires an ace bandage or a
trip to the hospital for x rays.
what is reality anyway, when no two people can ever see the same thing
in the exact same way? isn't reality just a matter of one person's
opinion versus another's?
we're all lonely for something we don't know we're looking for. how
else to explain the curious feeling that we're
missing somebody we've never met?
i find in myself a desire which nothing in this world can satisfy. the
most probable explanation is that i was made for another world.
do you ever wonder if maybe you'd taken that left turn instead of the right one how different your life would be?
remember, my sentimental friend, you will be judged not by how much you love, but by how much you are loved.
love like you've never been hurt.
cry like you have a million tissues.
scream like the world is a pillow.
sing like no one is listening.
dance like no one is watching.
kiss like nothing else matters.
live how you want to.
 
 
 
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