Lawrence Kasdan (via overused-typewriter)
This is more true than I want to admit.
Sam, Cas, and Dean walk past the Mirror of Erised and pause to look in.
Sam sees himself with Jess, both holding university diplomas, engagement rings on left hands.
Castiel sees his true form, towering high with majestic wings, protecting the world from evil.
Dean sees the reflection of himself, his brother, and his best friend.
He thinks it’s just a normal mirror.
By: Alex M.
We all know at this point that a book is the best gift you can give. It’s the perfect accessory to warm beverages, it betters you, and you can pretend to read it if you need to ignore creepy people or the haters. A book is a handheld world (and much better than a Gameboy, as it doesn’t require batteries). Being that they come for free from the library, there is no reason why you shouldn’t treat yourself to one of these awesome books this winter. And hey, you can always gift it to a loved one…. if you can handle not giving it away. So without further ado, some of my favorite reads this season.
We are the generation of the selfie and of self-induced sadness,
born in the same year that three of my idols would commit suicide.
Most poets die with the lights on,
but we all plan on drowning. We are the generation of grounding
lightning into coffee beans, of pulling strings from the hems of our dresses until we unravel,
of leaving footprints in the gravel on the way to the edge of the world. I am a computer girl,
and I was born in the year of the boar. Maybe that’s why I’m a whore,
and my best friends are all pigs,
and I dig my own grave every time I open my mouth.
We are the generation of meaningless trophies, it’s true.
My parents like to tell me: “you
think that you deserve everything.” But we are a generation of scraping,
watching our parents cry over housing prices
and dying white clothes black to blend in.
We are children of the wind, born to land wherever freedom settles us
and we take our parent’s debt with us everywhere.
We are a generation of change and of chains, and mostly
I think we deserve any fame we can get:
thirty people hitting “like” on a status.
Girls posting photos of themselves naked have earned every moment of bliss
they receive from finding themselves beautiful in their own skin.
We are a generation of women airbrushed to perfection
and daughters taking pills to feel pretty again.
And mostly, I don’t like to make sweeping generalizations about my friends
but I think it’s okay
if at the end of some days we feel like relaxing,
taking a photo of our dinner,
telling two hundred near-strangers how lucky we feel
to be existing anywhere at all.
— The Selfie Generation; Hannah Beth Ragland (via allmymetaphors)