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Yesterday
I walked across all 20ft of slackline we had set up on my own, for the first time. It was only my second time out slacklining, and really only about 2hrs total of practice.
I’m so proud of myself. I can’t wait to do it again. I can’t wait to start learning tricks.
I love it. It’s Jim and I out in his backyard for hours in the sun, and its one of those things you get to totally lose yourself in. You’re not thinking about your life or future or yourself when you’re trying to walk across a slackline.
Plus, its tons of fun.
I miss the city.
I hate being back home. Especially since I know I’m not going back to Montreal.
My boss has given me so few shifts, and i don’t even start until next wednesday. I need to pick up a hobby for all the spare time I’m going to have until camp.
Hey tumblr, its been a while.
I’ve been pretty busy spending time with everyone my last week in Montreal, and then moving home, and unpacking.
I miss Montreal, and this kid (my roommate/best friend) so much its insane. I wish I was going back, I wish this year never ended.
I think the thing that impressed me the most about him was he was not irreverent. He was without reverence. He was us after a hard night of sex and drinking. He was us before the shower, on the toilet, sick, tired, broken hearted and on the way to work. He found poetry where nothing was necessary to heighten. You didn’t have to create a world that started with overture….There’s drama and poetry in peoples lives as we live them. It’s not necessary to heighten something …So that’s what I loved about the people that found poetry without creating a world we can’t touch.
—Sean Penn, when asked about how Charles Bukowski inspires him on “Inside the Actors Studio”
Listening to the version of “Round Here” by Counting Crows that was recorded at Club Soda in Montreal. There’s something special and mind-boggling about listening to a recording of one of your favorite songs and knowing it was recorded just a few minutes from where you sit….when you were 2 years old.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
—Kurt Vonnegut (via dinahsays)
Yesterday’s lunch, eaten on a patio in the sun on a cobblestone road that leads to the water; the edge of the city.
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.
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Homophobia: The fear that another man will treat you like you treat women.
(via theresnodifference)
(Source: andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com, via zootedthoughts)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
