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  • writersoftumblr:
    Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter. After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hoping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr. At this time I would…

    Writers of Tumblr: Reblog if you are a writer

  • What would it be like if our real life was a reflection of our Tumblr personalities? I often used to wonder about it the other way around, as in what would we be like on Tumblr if our blogs reflected who we are in real life. I suspect that there are some that may have this commonality between the two realms, but most probably don’t. To a large extent including me. 

    If I can get 50 or 100 or perhaps even 1000’s of followers on Tumblr without revealing my whole self, what does this suggest about me? Or is it really a suggestion about everyone else? I mean, does it suggest that I am actually capable of being more popular in real life than I am at present, or ever have been…or does it mean that people will potentially like me less if I introduced all the social stigmas into my online profile so that they would then follow me based not just on what I think or post or like, but on what I look like, where I live, what race group I’m from or what religion I follow?

  • And for everyone that read my last post and now has Bohemian Rhapsody looping in their heads, I’m sorry…it’s driving me insane too… 🙁

    mamaaaa, i just killed a man…

    put a gun against his head,

    pulled the trigger now he’s dead

    mamaaaa, life has just begun,

    and now I’ve gone and thrown it allllll awaaaayyyy,

    mamaaaaaaaa, ooooo hooooo hooooo

    I just wanna die….

    sometimes I wish I hadn’t been born at allllll

    carry on, carry on….nothing really matters….

  • When?

    Self-affirming posts just don’t work for me. It’s the equivalent of those mantras that are recommended for people with a poor self-esteem. You know, the ones where you’re supposed to stand in front of the mirror every morning and tell yourself how beautiful you are, or how important you are, or how brilliant you are, or how…that’s what I believe is wrong with so many people these days. They’re so busy trying to convince themselves that they’re something that they don’t feel, that eventually they believe the lies that they tell themselves without ever resolving the underlying mess that led them to feel un-beautiful, un-brilliant, un-important or un-anything!

    It’s an escape from reality (cue Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen). The only mantra that ever worked for me was ‘I don’t wanna be here’…and I would say it in a deliberately hypnotic trance-like tone that was audible to the people around me. I would also hold my fists together and twiddle my thumbs for full effect while maintaining tongue firmly in cheek. That worked for me because it made me realise quite quickly how ridiculous it was to wish for something without taking action. 

    What’s worse is when I see people posting these statements of intent of how they will survive, they will overcome, they will be great, they will move on, they will they will they will…but they never DO! Hasn’t Nike gotten through to them yet? Just do it! It’s great to state that intention once, maybe twice, or at a stretch three times! But to continue intending for months on end without acting is just a ridiculous waste of life. 

    Perhaps at some point in the future we could then say,

    “hey, I spent 2010 hurting,

    2011 hoping,

    2012 planning,

    and eventually in 2013 I decided to act…

    but it seems that all my plans were outdated by then because the world had moved on while I was still denying the reality of what happened in 2009!”

    And before you hate me, I’m NOT undermining the hurt or the pain that anyone has gone through in their lives, nor am I assuming that my experiences were worse than anyone else’s. My point is simple, the more you reinforce the statements of intent, the longer you dwell on your afflictions as a victim! Stop being a victim and do something constructive. Like that old cliched proverb goes, action doesn’t always bring happiness, but there can be no happiness without action!

  • clavicola:

    Someone knit me a scarf made out of their tears 🙁 

    Wouldn’t you rather want them to weave you a hat made out of stars?

  • It’s sad to see how much time we spend trying to decide who’s kaafir and who’s not, which sects are good and which are not, that we fail to notice our own dwindling Imaan. Whenever someone boldly states that so-and-so is kaafir because of doing such and such a thing, then I am immediately reminded of the Hadeeth (if I’m not mistaken) that when one person calls another a kaafir, then one of them are!

    We look for reason to create divisions, and to raise the status of one group above another, and I can’t help but wonder if at the bottom of all this might lie the simple vices of pride and arrogance of association? We have drifted so far from applying the principles of Islam, yet we’re ready to intellectualise the practices and beliefs of others and declare in our flawed wisdom the state of their Imaan?

  • No matter how much I try to find normal friends, I always end up polarising towards people that are as screwed up as me. Birds of a feather and all that crap, you know. Even at times when I meet someone that seems to be perfectly normal and well-adjusted, they turn out to be screwed up like me. Sometimes they seem to have a balanced life, a reasonable circle of friends that they actually know in real life, and they seem fairly balanced in their views on love and life and all that crap…but in the end, they turn out to be just as screwed up as me! 

    So I’m wondering, am I really screwed up, or am I…erm… normal? Perhaps I’m judging myself too harshly? Perhaps I’m more resilient than most given how little it takes for others to fall apart relative to what brought me close to breaking point? Perhaps, and this is probably it, I’m just so emotionally stinted that it takes that much more to get a reaction from me, which is why I seem resilient while others seems flaky?

  • You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

    Albert Camus (via phredosophy)

    This is surprising to see given how many people I’ve seen quoting Camus, but all of them are in search of the meaning of life? Duh! This is the kind of simple logic that eludes us when we go in search of greater meanings of greater things without appreciating the simple beauty first.