weapons of truth

2012-05-28

cb-claire:

Olympus OM-D E-M5

Claire Murray

taken by my beautiful friend claire, of me and the lovely steph and alix

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2012-05-23

Cafe de Flore

This is such a beautiful, haunting film.

2012-05-19

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

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-Stephen King.

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Life is either a great adventure or nothing.

— Helen Keller (via blua)

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2012-05-18

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Why don’t we do something? - Hey Geronimo

such a good song to start my workout with

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2012-05-17

It’s painful to love yourself.

Today tears started leaking without my permission, during an appointment with my endo.

I didn’t think I was emotional, I hadn’t even had a single thought of sadness, anger, disappointment. And yet, as she spoke to me about things I already knew, and I received the results of my blood test, I found myself uncontrollably tearing.

Not sobbing. Just tearing. I pretended it wasn’t happening. I tried to talk over it, but it got a bit messy. I apologised and she continued as if my voice wasn’t shaking, my glasses weren’t steaming up, and snot wasn’t dripping from my nose. She slid the tissue box across the desk. I think i was grateful for that.

I care about my body. I try to look after it. I care about my future and the opportunities I that will be given and taken away. I care about my education and my ability to perform well. I care about my sleep and my energy levels.

It was easier when I didn’t care, though I don’t know if that was ever the case despite the lies I told myself.

All of these things I care about, are inflicted with restrictions; with sickness. And just as I would mourn for the loss of someone I love, or for the pain of another human being, I felt mournful today at the degree of suffering my body is going through.

I often tell myself to stop complaining, to get a grip. I thought of the futility of my emotion. But that doesn’t help. I am at a place where action can be the fruit of my tears… but i still have to mourn.

I hated the tears that so liberally flowed and the lack of control I had over them. I hate the lack of control I feel over my body, over my whole life.

I want to take action, solve the problem, move along from the fucking mess that is my health. But I don’t know how. I don’t know if I have the strength to keep placing one foot in front of another.

But I do love myself enough to keep going and keep trying. It’s just painful.

2012-05-15

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.

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2012-05-14

im running a stand at a market this weekend with some friends :) gonna be so much fun!

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2012-05-10

I would love a spot of tea! A how-to by George Orwell

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2012-05-08

The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Libya and have therefore raised their security level from “Miffed” to “Peeved.” Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to “Irritated” or even “A Bit Cross.”

The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from “Tiresome” to “A Bloody Nuisance.” The last time the British issued a “Bloody Nuisance” warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.

The Scots have raised their threat level from “Pissed Off” to “Let’s get the Bastards.” They don’t have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.

The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from “Run” to “Hide.” The only two higher levels in France are “Collaborate” and “Surrender.” The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France ‘s white flag factory, effectively paralysing the country’s military capability.

Italy has increased the alert level from “Shout Loudly and Excitedly” to “Elaborate Military Posturing.” Two more levels remain: “Ineffective Combat Operations” and “Change Sides.”

The Germans have increased their alert state from “Disdainful Arrogance” to “Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs.” They also have two higher levels: “Invade a Neighbour” and “Lose.”

Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.

The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.

Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from “No worries” to “She’ll be alright, Mate.” Two more escalation levels remain: “Crikey! I think we’ll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!” and “The barbie is cancelled.” So far no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.

— John Cleese