green_apple: (down the barrel of a winchester)
Obviously an army sponsored NASCAR car is the trump card here. Finally, we are cool enough to play with the cool kids.

Rage has become this viscous substance pouring out of me at the moment.

Fucking. Assholes. Every single one of them.
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here at zacharyquinto.com

Um. How come this picture has me so over the moon? It's like a supernova going off in my face right now, for reasons I don't care to delve deeper into unknown to me I can' t stop grinning.

I think this makes up for Einstein's utter fail at holding up his end of a quantum mechanics conversation. But then, I'm not very good at that either. Also? wth, brain? Is it wrong of me to want to find the link between quantum physics and human psychology? if for no other reason that not feel like I missed the target with the career choosing thingy.

::ponders::

Baked a cake the other day, and it wasn't until I tasted it's saltiness that I realized the sugar hadn't even been measured out to begin with... I continue to win at life, as you can tell.

Also? and probably the entire point of this post, aside from the Quinto-Obama appreciation bit where's Cas? Cas, where are you? I MISS OUR PROFOUNDLY INTELLECTUAL AND METAPHYSICAL CONVERSATIONS, WOMAN. I CAN HAS MY BARACKLES NAO? kthkz

I'll just be here, living vicariously through movie stars for a little while, if anybody needs me.

green_apple: (down the barrel of a winchester)
FUCKING FUUUUUUCK!!!!!!

I really feel like punching something. What the hell is wrong with the world? Can't they see this man is not gonna stop UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT? until there are no resources left for him to burn through on his thirst for power? Are they so blind they cannot see how personalism-driven his entire system of politics is? He doesn't want what's best for the country, HE WANTS NEVER-ENDING ADORATION!

I am so angry and disappointed right now. Can't stop crying. Tough, tough year ahead of us, and this is NOT a good omen.

green_apple: (el dia de todas las almas)
For days like today is what I live for (kinda), it's all so real now, in a bizarre surreal way still I think, yet so, so tangible I can taste it. It's sweet. And glorious.

It's really real, President Barack Obama. Who may not be a savior after all, but he inspires us and makes us want to be better versions of ourselves and for this, he has conquered. Here's to believing he will continue to do so. With our help. Stormy times, these times, let us brave it together, united.

So elated, today. I still randomly break out in tears of joy and words still fail me. I'm so happy.

I'mma go watch the Oath video again, I can't seem to get tired of it.

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As you can  tell.

Despite being utterly sober last night (migraine, this crap only happens to a very selected few, like me, because I'm a special little flake) and yet feel so, so hung over today, it was a nice celebration here in the G household, everybody but the little sis and I got drunk like there'd be no tomorrow and I got to watch, feeling vaguely benevolent toward the crazed grown-ups whose example I'm supposed to follow. A part of my brain knows that came out somewhat wrong, but we're ignoring my brain today.

There were high hopes last night, the world would right itself, we'd become better people simply by standing upon our chairs (ritual that does have an actual meaning, I just never bothered finding out what it was) and surveying the brightly lit world of our living room. I felt hopeful and happy and all was right. But then I woke up this morning to find that this year is predicted to be the hottest one of the five hottest ones ever had on record. Israel is preparing to hit full-on on Palestine. Argentina's president wardrobe has depleted the nation's budget by a few thousand (millions?) dollars because, apparently, a woman in her position cannot walk around "dressing like a poor". My uncle is still doing drugs and my gran is still dying of untimely diagnosed cancer.

Yeah. I'm a very bright beacon of hope today.

BUT. Y'all are awesome people who do brighten my day just that tad and thus make it all so much better. So I do think it'd be appropriate to wish you all a happy New Year, or as happy as it can possibly be for each and every one of you, all things considered. Last year was incredibly difficult for my family, seriously rough patches were hit and seemingly survived. We're still together and I still love them with everything I am, so I'm taking this as a good omen.

I feel strangely existential today, I blame the day's meaning and the fact that I'll have to re-learn to date stuff, this always gets me going on subjects such as how life seems to happen so fast and we're always wishing for time to slow down, or else we're desperate it goes by faster, we're always wanting something we cannot have which, according to Freud and Lacan, is a good thing because it keeps us going, always looking, always changing and in the end we change only to become more like ourselves (this is the point of psychological treatment, I've been told) and in doing so we find our freedom. This idea makes sense, it's just so painful to get there, the process, that we don't really want to bother. Well, this is my New Year resolution: face things and try to do so from my own step stool, not somebody else's, try to be as me as possible. Maybe Zen or Buddhism would be advised, you know that whole "the journey is the destination" thing, might help with the dark spots. Whatever, I still want to change the world, but baby steps, dude, baby steps.

Since today it's my two years LJ anniversary, I AM NOT CUTTING THIS BEHEMOTH. ::sticks tongue out::



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Taken from [livejournal.com profile] star_dancer54 

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost if you feel that homophobia is wrong.
green_apple: (el dia de todas las almas)
I'm having this real emotional day, when I'm all down and blue and freakin' sweaty. Like, I wrote emo poetry y'all, there were dying flowers and sunsets and the freaking ocean!

And then [livejournal.com profile] memphis86  posted this link to Mr. Face of a New Generation throwing snowballs at Rahm's nape and looking totally capable of ruling a country while randomly stepping out of a tavern to make snowballs with his bare hands wearing nothing but a business suit and his Smile of Awesome. Simultaneously. And I just... just look at him!



Way to brighten one's day!.

Since we're on the topic, BARACKLES, WHERE THE CRAP ARE YOU??

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It's all about the possibilities now, the world stands holding it's breath and I do believe change will happen. Slowly, with difficulty, but surely.

And more importantly, for the better.

Yes, I do believe so.

This story reminds me just what is so great, so wonderful and BEAUTIFUL about America, and I am so proud to be an American.

This fluttering in my heart, it must be what hope/possibility/joy feels like. I like it.

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YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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