I’m learning sign language and it’s literally the easiest fucking language ever omg.
Hate to break your moment but ASL is not “literally the easiest fucking language”. It’s beginning of your nightmare. Believe me, if it is easiest fucking language, everybody would be signing beautifully.
Also, like, scientifically and linguistically, American Sign Language, or ASL, (not “sign language” because that’s not a real thing and the lack of specificity enforces misunderstandings that there is some universal language that all deaf/hoh people use; in fact approximately HALF the languages in the world are signed) is a level 4 language. And because I’m assuming you - who finds it to be the “easiest fucking language” - don’t know, that means that for you (someone clearly proficient in English and whose first language is probs English), it’s actually the HARDEST fucking language to become fluent in. Up there with Mandarin and Arabic.
So, uh, good luck with that kind of attitude. I’ve been studying for 2.5 years and while I am very comfortable conversationally, I am FAR from fluent. And that’s okay! Because I’m learning because I love the languege, not because it’s “easy”.
The only sort of pictures you should be reblogging of Jennifer Lawrence
have unfollowed 20+ blogs on here already and i will unfollow anyone else who reblogs nude photos taken NON-CONSENSUALLY from these women. it is sexual violation (fueled by the objectification of women) and anybody who participates that is the literal scum of the earth
"Curing AIDS? Shit, that’s like Cadillac making a car that lasts for 50 years. And you know they can do it, but they ain’t going to do nothing that fucking dumb. Shit, they got metal on the Space Shuttle that can go around the Moon and withstand temperatures of up to 20,000 degrees, you mean to tell me you don’t think they can make an El Dorado with a fuckin’ bumper that don’t fall off?"
- Chris Rock (“Bigger and Blacker”, 1999)
Alpstein Mountains in the morning Alpglow, Switzerland;
To believe in a universe as young as six or seven thousand years old is to extinguish the light from most of the galaxy. Not to mention, the light from all the hundred billion other galaxies in the observable universe.
My best friend in the whole world is halfway across the country and even though we’ve been over 800 miles apart for the last seven years, I suddenly miss her a nearly unbearable amount. Maybe I’m just jealous. Maybe I just envy her freedom and adventure as I watch myself take on more responsibility, tie myself down further, commit to adulthood more strongly than a 21 year old in college without kids needs to do.
I realize that I am beyond privileged and I am truly thankful for all that I have: opportunity, mobility, work, education, safety, and so much more. These feelings of doubt don’t discount that or make me feel as if I am not in a place of privilege. I am and I know that.
Still, I worry that I’ve made the wrong choices, that I’ve let my head get ahead of my ability as well as ahead of itself.
What happens when I’m ready to travel the world? I have two cats and a dog.
What happens when I want to spontaneously leave for the weekend?
Or I decide to spend a semester in another state?
What about when I start trying to save money for my adventures?
What about when a really fortunately inexpensive living arrangement comes along, but someone in the house is allergic to pet dander?
I love my animals. They are my joy and they keep me warm and night and I just absolutely appreciate their existence in my life. But they’re a lot. They cost a lot and they take a lot of time and there are a lot of them. And I don’t think I regret having them because, really, all of these potential problems are manageable… I’m just feeling it today.
I’m feeling the possible impact of decisions I’ve made. And I’m feeling the opportunity in front of other people that I feel like I’ve made motions to keep myself from. And, today anyways, I don’t like it.
I feel homesick in a way that doesn’t involve a set place, but rather features and also some people. I want greenery and less heat and breeze and a walkable area and the people I love.
I guess I kind of just feel stuck. I’ve met all these people in the last two weeks that have already traveled to other countries, who know multiple languages, who have crazy and amazing stories to tell… and it’s making me wonder if I’ll regret not being able to do that one day.
I need a little adventure. But at the same time, I need some stability. I’m so confused today.