Same Shit, Different Day
Jessica Dang. Viet & Chinese. COHS. Dancing Mermaid.
Blog est. August 2010.
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Hercules would win though, demigod hacks
SHANG AND MULAN ARE CATO AND CLOVE <3
(via lanthony-s)
Every action we carry has at least one purpose behind it. If we just automatically did things with no intention or reason, we’d be cold apathetic robots.
An explanation should always be present; whether it be some type of benefit to you or another, to inflict some type of pain upon another, as a part of a deal or compromise, as a favor to another, in compliance with someone’s command, or simply because you “feel like it.” It may be a weak explanation, but it’s still an explanation.
With that said, some actions are done more reluctantly than others… meaning we sometimes do things that we don’t always want to do. But that doesn’t apply to every action—- there are certain lines that people will cross to achieve whatever it may be for their own self-being.
Don’t go do something and pathetically repeat “sorry” afterwards, especially if it were for the purpose of your own personal desires.
People want things.
And wanting specific things along with achieving specific actions to get them is what makes you, you.One’s motives are perfectly clear through one’s actions and/or words—- and a person’s actions and words eventually build up to be what is known as their character.
sor·ry
[sor-ee, sawr-ee] adjective
feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.Don’t apologize for being simply… yourself.
my favorite game is called “how many episodes can I watch in one night”
(via princess-lela)
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.
Amen.
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