Natalie, 19, London.
I like music, literature and men with good facial hair. That is all you need to know.
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Virginia Woolf’s home
Fall Out Boy // “From Now On We’re Enemies”
“I’m just the man on the balcony singing: “Nobody will ever remember me.”
Another Day In This House // Deaf Havana
Talk about skeletons in your closet, well there’s a fuckin cemetery in mine
Violence & Silence: Jackson Katz, Ph.D at TEDxFiDiWomen
This video is 20 minutes long, but worth watching. It deals solely with gender based violence (sexual or otherwise) towards women, and frames it as an issue for all humans, not just women.
Share it with any men you know who could use some education about standing up against this ongoing violence. Share it with women who want to know they aren’t alone and they aren’t crazy.
This is important stuff.
From a weekend of hopeless bedroom misanthropy, to a smiley evening commute back home after hanging out on campus. I’m always stuck between such an intense love and hatred for people at the same time and it’s becoming unbearably tiring. Speaking of indecision, I changed my degree to joint literature and linguistics, which has slightly helped with my existential crisis…but dear lord, I’m going to miss the literature lot so much. There’s a possibility I might be in one module with one of my lot, but it’s not enough. Today the love I have for them has kind of hit me in the face. I never thought I could get so close to people in such a short space of time, but the bond I have with them is like nothing else I’ve felt before. I love the way we all come from different parts of London, our own accents, backgrounds, friends, all the intrigue that brings about when we collate. Each one of them has the startling ability to quell my headaches like I never thought anyone could. By just being there, being who they are. Maybe it’s because we met at 18, as adults with already (pretty much) formed personalities and I feel like they know me as I really am now, without the backlog of awkward teenage memories. All I know is, I’m going to feel really alone after next week. But we’ll get through this week together ‘til then.
Pablo Gad: Hard Times
Do You Know What I’m Seeing - Panic! At The Disco
I know it’s sad that I never gave a damn about the weather, and it never gave a damn about me