I really think the mark of good music is when it is this polarizing. When there is no being ‘ok’ with it, but you either love it or hate it. I was surprised by it, but I loved every second. It’s a much more mature sound than their older stuff and I appreciate it because I myself am more mature than I was last time I heard a new DP track. In this age where so much of the EDM and dubstep music is rattling our eardrums, soft listenning stuff like this album is just the medicine our aching ears need once in a while. Music that won’t give you a headache and may actually serve to inspire. As much as I love Skrillex, Swedish House and all the rest, even I can’t deny a lot of their stuff is ear pollution. DP’s new album was like a salve on my poor battered ears when I was on the subway with a headache, or working late on a paper for school. And when the rest of the people here who think it’s junk and hate it and want the old DP back grow up and mature on their own, they’ll come to appreciate RAM as much as I do.

the stick insects in magazines don’t exist. They’re not real. They’re photoshopped horrors that are meant to be selling a ‘fantasy best case scenario’ It saddens me to know most of America’s youth are too stupid to realize that, especially with the resources the internet provides, all the side by side comparisons, the magazines don’t even try to hide it anymore. So why should anyone hold themselves up to a fictional standard, when women like her are the norm? Women with cellulite and pooches and weird armpit folds? They’re surrounded by real women a lot more than they are exposed to the fake ones in the magazines.  So I think the real issue here is that they’re choosing to see what they want to see. It’s not the tabloids job to showcase ‘real’ women so these teenagers can have a more realistic standard. It’s the job of the parents and the kids to KNOW that those aren’t realistic standards of beauty and to look up from their stupid iPhones and really SEE the beauty that exists around them every time they step outside in the normal working women that exist everywhere. I’m 5’7” and I have what most would consider an ‘idealistic’ type of body. I’ve been told I could have been a model, and I’ve been told I look like a man because I don’t have a big chest and massive curves. I wish I could gain more weight and look more ‘womanly’ but it’s difficult for me. And that’s not to say I’m in shape because I definitely am not. I eat all the junk food I want and rarely if ever exercise. I get winded after two flights of stairs. THAT is not healthy. So, you can’t just assume that fat people aren’t healthy. Skinny people can be just as unhealthy as you assume fat people are, with diabetes and everything. So that is not and never was a valid argument. I envy this girl’s confidence, because I don’t even feel confident about my own body that most people would say is idealistically beautiful. Beauty is all about how you carry yourself and how you treat others.

less social is the last thing these bratty, spoiled, anti-social children need. I swear, all my young cousins are socially awkward malcontents thanks to the freaking internet. I’ll talk to them, crack a joke, ask a question and they look at me with dead eyes that make me question if they even have souls anymore. It’s scaring me shitless and I’m already planning on never letting my kids touch the internet until they’re like, 12.

my parents were like this until I hit maybe 14 or 15. then they lay off a little bit more each year until now where they don’t even question my strange ebay purchases anymore, and only scold me for cursing when they feel like it. I have a friend though who’s parents never got off the helicopter. They were even antagonizing her about coming out to the BRONX for my graduation party, saying how she’d got shot or killed or raped or something. Meanwhile, the party’s going to be at my aunt’s house, in like the ritziest neighborhood in the Bronx bordering Westchester. It’s ridiculous. There’s no point being overprotective once your kid is starting to do stuff on their own. All parents need to watch The Croods.

oh. my. god. Can I have a baby yet? >_< TOO MUCH CUTE.

and damn proud of it.

buzzfeed, you can’t do this, no. now I have to read all these books. it’s my new mission in life.

I hate the taste of alcohol, and the idea of getting so drunk that you puke and sleep with people you don’t know and have empty blank spaces in your memory is HORRIFYING to me. I will never drink in my life, and that is a totally conscious choice since I’m healthy and have no issues to speak of that would prevent me from consuming alcohol. I just do NOT understand people who drink at all, socially or otherwise, and from all my experiences, alcohol and drinking has always ruined good things and good situations and turned people I love and care about into blubbering, simpering babies who in no way resemble the people I love and care about anymore. So yeah, I’m seriously judging people who drink and I’m NEVER going to change my mind. I’m 22 and got through college without getting drunk once, and I consider that an accomplishment. If anyone needs to be drunk to have more fun, thats a serious reflection on what you’re like as a normal, sober person. You’re all the boring ones who need liquid courage to loosen you up. I’m already batshit crazy normally.

^^^^^ THIS. SO MUCH IT HURTS.

“And I, Who Was Always Patient: In the beginning were the Spheres and the Spheres were with us and Spheres were us.” -The Habitation of the Blessed Ok…soo…lots of balls. fun. xD