• bisexual with a preference for the same sex does not mean "one foot out of the closet."
  • bisexual with a preference for the opposite sex does not mean "trying to get attention."
  • lesbian does not mean "masculine."
  • gay does not mean "feminine."
  • transgender does not mean "going through a phase."
  • transsexual does not mean "a disappointment." nor does it mean "gender identity confusion."
  • asexual does not mean "prude."
  • demisexual does not mean "prude."
  • pansexual does not mean "easy."
  • heterosexual does not mean "normal"
  • Your does not mean "you are"
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“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.

If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.

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Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via bakcwadrs)

Yeah, my inner life today is no richer than it was when I worked at Steak ‘n Shake.

I don’t think we should measure the value of a person’s professional life by whether they have esteemed or lucrative work. The best formulation of professional value I’ve come across is from Tim O’Reilly: “Do things that need doing.” 

Stocking shelves? Needs doing. Serving food? Needs doing. Collecting garbage? Needs doing. Editing wikipedia pages? Needs doing. Figuring out how to maximize fees on checking accounts? Doesn’t need doing. Engaging trolls on the Internet? Doesn’t need doing. Volunteering at animal shelters? Needs doing.

Ultimately, for me at least, the measure of work’s value is not expressed best by money or love. The question is whether something that needs to be done is getting done.

(via fishingboatproceeds)

"We grew up with the Internet and on the Internet. This is what makes us different; this is what makes the crucial, although surprising from your point of view, difference: we do not ‘surf’ and the internet to us is not a ‘place’ or ‘virtual space’. The Internet to us is not something external to reality but a part of it: an invisible yet constantly present layer intertwined with the physical environment. We do not use the Internet, we live on the Internet and along it. If we were to tell our bildungsroman to you, the analog, we could say there was a natural Internet aspect to every single experience that has shaped us. We made friends and enemies online, we prepared cribs for tests online, we planned parties and studying sessions online, we fell in love and broke up online. The Web to us is not a technology which we had to learn and which we managed to get a grip of. The Web is a process, happening continuously and continuously transforming before our eyes; with us and through us. Technologies appear and then dissolve in the peripheries, websites are built, they bloom and then pass away, but the Web continues, because we are the Web; we, communicating with one another in a way that comes naturally to us, more intense and more efficient than ever before in the history of mankind."
Every Little Thing She Does is Magic
Sleeping At Last

tblaberge:

Todd’s Late Night Jam: Sleeping At Last is back with another single that will have you slow dancing to his melodic voice.

well hello internet, guess who’s on sem break! hyfr it’s me hehe.

first thing on my to-do list for this break was watch a movie! since stuck in love just finished torrenting, i decided to watch it and ;____; the soundtrack was really lovely, the kind that drags your fingers to google right after you’re done with the movie (and download the whole track list). i loved it :) there were soothing scores, and others that made me feel somehow light & happy. (i might have replayed between the bars over 10 times)

also nat wolff is so handsome, oh my.

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now i should probably decide on what book to read tomorrow & update my horribly neglected diary real soon. other things to do include making a random list of what to do for the next 3 weeks. 

goodnight. (so i can stop thinking about spaghetti)

this is the saddest scene ever i can literally hear the song that was playing during that scene in my head rn