If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, we all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal, change, and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are stories still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
To the city of New York.
I had this crazy, juvenile idea that you were going to make all my dreams come true. And you did.
Humans Of New York, Brandon Stanton
Brandon and I share the same thought about New York. Hoping New York to make all my dreams come true too.
A day after I got my eye cut out, Gus showed up at the hospital. I was blind and heartbroken and didn’t want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, ‘I have wonderful news!’ And I was like, ‘I don’t really want to hear wonderful news right now,’ and Gus said, ‘This is wonderful news you want to hear,’ and I asked him, ‘Fine, what is it?’ and he said, ‘You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!’
The Fault In Our Stars, John Green
Decide what you want to be. Think the thoughts of it. Emit the frequency, and your visions will become your life. We just concentrate only on the bad things around us, unknowingly inviting more of them to your lives. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
"I want this day to be good. I want to be happy today," I prayed to God before the teacher arrived in the class. It started off as a fairly boring day. I had to sit in this other class of pre-engineering boys for one block, because the strength of our class was low today. "Look at that boy and his…
An attempt to write that resulted in a fairly Charlie-esque piece of writing. I hope reading it will please you as much as it pleased me to write it.
"I was dancing at a party and someone asked me: Why are you wearing a mask? “My face is not complete” I answered with a big smile on my face. And it’s true. Every morning I feel a massive void when Daniel looks at me from the mirror. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate him. He’s all I got and I have to protect him. My masks exist for that, to keep the devil away."
― Da Morgue.
This man has explained my obsession with eyewear in the best words possible and earned greater love and respect from me.
Mutual understanding and affection is what I love and enjoy about this kingdom that is us, little monsters. I tweeted to let him know that, he instantly replied and said, “There’s some kind of bravery in being vulnerable. You get to experience life in a very intense and colorful way. (:”
I shall remember him, always.
I shall remember September 7, 2013 as the day when the best thing that could’ve happened to me on Twitter, happened.
I knew she was online. She doesn’t remain isolated from her fans, after all, it is us who accept her, but it is hard for her to reply to every tweet she gets ‘cause she gets like a thousand of them every second. I knew she was online and I knew there’s still no chance that she’ll read my tweet but I mentioned her anyway increasing my chances of being noticed by 1% and I instantly got an interaction:
Lady Gaga retweeted my tweet and replied to it. Lady effin’ Gaga retweeted me and told me to listen to songs that changed her life and gave me something that I won’t stop bragging about as long as I live!
I was screaming, jumping and running all over the place. My Twitter is flooded by mentions from little monsters and Bowie fans, but right now, my biggest concern is to breath. One of them assumed I died of a heart attack because I haven’t tweeted since Gaga tweeted me.
The pseudonym of Martin Kierszenbaum, a music execute at Interscope Records, songwriter and producer for Lady Gaga, is mentioned in Lady Gaga songs “Christmas Tree”, “Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)”, “The Fame”, “I Like It Rough”, and “Starstruck”
Fritz Lang’s 1927 film Metropolis, plays upon themes of lack of communication between the designers of the Tower Of Babel and the workers who are constructing it which isn’t actually the confusion of languages. The tower, so glorious to its designers, was meaningless to the workers led to its destruction as they rose up against their oppressive working conditions.
Maria, the girl who the workers see as a saint, prophesies the arrival of a mediator between the workers and the rulers.
Freder watches her transfixed; once she has finished speaking, approaches her and declares his love. Joh, Freder’s father and the ruler of Metropolis, and Rotwang, the evil scientist, watch the entire scene unfold, and plot to kidnap Maria, give the robot her appearance and use it to discredit her. Rotwang follows Maria through the catacombs, and kidnaps her.
He succeeds in giving Maschinenmensch, Maria’s appearance. Maschinenmensch who has now taken Maria’s form, Maria, who the workers see as their saint, raises havoc as it urges workers to rise up and revolt.
This movie is an eternal masterpiece, the granddaddy of sci-fi movies, a cinematic treasure.