I’ve never related to anything more
college in a 17 second montage
“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”
oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotex product could have cured cancer??
oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????
what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????
how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????
For the first time ever in college, I am FINALLY feeling like I can do this.
Sand mandala at Thikse Monastery, Ladakh, India.
Imagine sighing after finishing a detail and it blows out everything you’ve done
That’s basically what these monks do actually.
They create such intricate mandalas to demonstrate the beauty and the fullness of life then blow it all away without a seconds thought to teach us the impermance of life and the “transitory nature of material things”.
Bear in mind that this is a very basic and shallow understanding of the very nuanced and meticulous rituals that surround these sand mandalas.
I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the stuggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.
Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.
SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole.
I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.
This is never not funny