“I’d like to refocus everyone’s attention away from the Kardashians and onto Doctors Without Borders or aid workers. Let’s redefine scandal. Scandal is not who so-and-so is dating; scandal is the fact that 1.2 million people are still living in tents in Haiti, and cholera is rampant because Nepalese U.N. soldiers dumped shit from their Porta-Potties into the river. That’s a fucking scandal. If the average 15-year-old was hearing about that instead of so-and-so’s plastic surgery or cheating in Hollywood, I’d feel better about our future.”—Olivia Wilde to Marie Claire (via monkeyknifefight) Duuuuude. She’s even more attractive now. (via cuethenight)
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“A culture is as rich and as capable of surviving as
it has imaginative artists. The artist is looked upon to start things.
The artist injects the spirit of life
into a culture. And through his creative endeavors,
the writer works continually to give tomorrow a new form.”—L. Ron Hubbard
Well, since I've told a few close already. I might as well spill the beans now.
So in about a few weeks, my family will move to Florida where they will start on their jobs, since they got hired there. The news was pretty sudden and has been known to me for quite a while now, and… I seriously don’t know what to feel at the moment, dwelling on the topic for quite a while, even more so after I told my friends.
At first I was really conflicted and at the same time confused I asked myself a seeming simple yet difficult question of whether I should go or not. A part of me wanted to go, wanting to start fresh, meet new people, and experience new things that comes with moving to another area, but being stuck with noisy siblings and a father who really bugs the shit out of me. Then there’s a part of me that wanted to stay, because of all the people that I’ve gotten to know for over the course of about 3 years and every piece of enjoyment, doubt, drama, sadness, and everything in between, shared throughout the ongoing months, but are all these worth the trouble of living by myself?