so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
12 Years a Slave. As the minutes went by, tears rolled down my face and all I kept thinking was how important it is to be decent in this life. In the end, there’s nothing more to it. When you count the days, all that matters is how you’ve influenced the ones around you. I believe that the most important thing in life are the connections we make, even if we’re only here for a short amount of time, we can make a difference. I simply can’t understand how people can be so cruel as to enjoy dehumanizing another person. We’re all here, we all have problems, we’re all made of intricate connections of memories and feelings.
The movie made me stop to think. Can I say that slavery and racism were tremendously horrifying? Unfortunately, ‘were’ makes no sense because they still are. Sometimes hidden from our perspective and other times right in front of our eyes. If we really believe that everyone is equal we should try to stand up for that every day. Discrimination comes in several forms; racism, judgment, prejudice can happen in school, at work, at home or somewhere you were just walking by. Even if our culture thrives on certain kinds of discrimination we have to keep our minds awake, notice what we’re saying, doing and thinking. Open our minds to what’s different and remember to respect. I firmly believe that we resonate our thoughts, and that’s part of what makes up who we are. And I don’t know about you, but I want to live everyday thriving to be the most decent person I can be. In the end, all we have is each other.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
I want you to have sex with me, but more importantly, I want you to tell me your deepest thoughts at 3 am, and get goosebumps when I kiss your ear, and hold my hand when I’m nervous. I want for you to read me your favorite books, and to help me study. I want you
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”—Thomas Moore (via onlinecounsellingcollege)