Before I Fall- Lauren Oliver

-''His hands are buried in his pockets, and his shoulders are shrugged towards his ears like he's trying to stay warm. I've been waiting to run into him all day, but now my mind is blank. He bites the edge of his lip-the cutest thing I've ever seen. I think he might be nervous. His eyes are flitting over my face and then away, and each time they land on me it feels like the world is falling away and it's just the two of us in the middle of a bright, green field. He smiles, it's so big it's like a huge beam of sunshine. I've unconsciously taken several steps towards him, so I can feel the heat coming off his body. I wonder what he would do if I pulled him to me right now, brushed my lips against his the way he did-the way I hope he did last night. But even the idea sends a flurry of butterflies upward from my stomach, my whole body feeling wivery and uncertain. I'm mentally kicking myself, in my head, this played out so much easier. In my head, he would lean down and do the thing with his lips again, the soft fluttery thing. I'm desperate to make it all go right again, desperate to get back to that feeling I had last night, we had last night. A temporary sadness for what I've lost overwhelms me. Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity, that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever. He puckers his forehead. Adorable, how did I not realize how adorable he is? He leans even closer until our lips are less than four inches apart. I can smell peppermint candy on his breath, and my head starts spinning wildly like it's been turned into a gigantic merry-go-round. He gives me a huge smile, I'm buzzing from his smile and being so close to him. I feel light and invincible, the best kind of tipsy.''
Before I Fall - author LAUREN OLIVER

Have you ever thought

I am completely and fully in favor of Homosexual rights.
I find homophobia ridiculous, practically disgusting and although I do respect those who think that way, my mind is unable to even glimpse at the idea of what it would be like to be homophobic.
Whenever I find a video supporting homosexuals or by homosexuals I feel happy, and I feel the need to share it because it makes my day that there are others who fight for the rights and the full acceptance of.. of people just like you and me.

Can you even imagine the strain on some of these kids, men and women who society has decided to marginate? Their whole world and way of life seems to be conditioned because of their sexuality and it shouldn't be that way.
Because homosexuals can love sports, hate shopping, ADORE shopping, write in journals, dislike vegetables, be thrilled by scary movies, listen to heavy rock, love the 80s, hack computers, believe in God or any other daily activity which you and I fit into our routines.

I found this video today and I felt it expressed these ideas in a very natural way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsjOlsG9ZG4&feature=g-vrec

Lily Allen's 'Fuck You' inspired this video, amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xlj9ZtyeE4M

H&M has recently begun a campaign 'Fashion Against AIDS' and I find the ad extremely bold and interesting, because it screams at the world how everyone is the same, how down to life's greatest blows, such as disease, we are all at the same risk. Because, without social prejudging and education and just a reduction of life to survival, we should all want to help each other move forward.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uCgYUHtzNA

I would want everybody to wake up one day and realize how the human body and mind actually feels so much more relaxed and open after acceptance of what shouldn't have to be accepted, but already naturally is.

15M

No es gracioso, que aquellos que siempre han tenido todo, critiquen a los que apenas tienen nada, porque estos se quejen de su condición de vida?
Por pura casualidad esta entrada esta relacionada con la anterior, la cual reflexionaba sobre las injusticias sociales. Y es que hay algunas cosas que provocan en mi una rabia explosiva.
- El movimiento del 15M exige reformas y ayudas razonables, y correctas. No es ni medianamente normal que el 50% de la población juvenil española se encuentre en paro. 50%. La población creativa, inovadora, la siguiente generación a la actual y la gran mayoria sin trabajo, de mileuristas y, en su pleno derecho, indignados por ello. Critican a la corrupción entre políticos, existente y demostrada; exigen una democracia verdadera, un gobierno que luche y centre sus esfuerzos en ayudar a la gran mayoria de la población.-
- Luego están las excepciones, aquellas personas que se aprovechan de este tipo de manifestaciones para poder recibir sin dar; aquellas personas que protestan por sus condiciones pero que no hacen nada por intentar mejorarlas. Comen del plato servido.
Pero este grupo es una minoria, un minoria que no debería crear prejuicios sobre los cientos, miles de jovenes por España, reclamando una vida mejor.-
- Como afirmado antes, lo que se esta pidiendo es justo y muy razonable, pero por supuesto, tiene que ir con moderación y empeño. No pueden haber exigencias sobre los primeros pasos, y aquellos indignados con su situación deberán aceptar los comienzos más estancados de las reformas que se creasen, con ganas de seguir adelante, y no con quejas de lo que no se ha permitido.-
Esto es el resumen de mis contrastados y alborotados pensamientos los cuales tratan de llegar a alguna parte. Pero a mi, lo que me parece puramente ofensivo, es que una persona, que ha vivido en el paraiso toda su vida, se convierta en 'Indignada/o' hacia aquellos que tratan de crear paredes de los ladrillos que son su vida.
Porque si tú nunca has estado en una situación parecida, tú no eres nadie para criticar a aquellos que solo quieren poder trabajar, y vivir en una hogar aceptable de condiciones.
Porque si a ti nunca te ha faltado nada, no tienes experiencia ni conocimiento para burlarte de aquellos que viven de Nada.
Porque riñes su movimiento defendiendo lo que creen correcto, pero luego tu defiendes tus ideas hasta el final, porque son tus ideas.

Tú te sientes defraudada porque yo veo los derechos donde tú no los ves.
Yo me rio, porque alguien incapaz de salir de su burbuja por otros es alguien que va a vivir su vida con los ojos cerrados.

To Start Us Off...

I have just finished watching 'The Rum Diary', one of Johnny Depp's new films and, I must admit, I was surprised at my reaction. I enjoyed watching it but i found the dialogue and message especially interesting.
You see, i realise that, if we reduce middle/rich class society to one of its simplest levels, with no tiny exceptions, acusations or any offended gasps, it can be divided into two types of people.
Firstly, we find the vast majority, the maybe 90% of the people living in an oblivious, satin bubble. These people decide to live unconscious of what surrounds them, either because they don't want to worry about it or they simply don't give one fifth of a fuck what happens if it doesn't involve their lives. There can be deaths, poverty, disease, exploitation, suffering, misery.... they simply close their eyes, and turn the volume up louder to drown out the screams of the world exploding around them.
Then we have the remaining 10%. People who, no matter where they come from, what they have lived through, what the consequences are or what they may have to face, people who fight for what they know is right over wrong. I'm talking morality. I'm talking people who don't even have to be part of the conflict to fight against it. That tiny minority whose brains shrivel and sweat over the hatred and the lack of values and the disrespect and the scum surrounding them day to day, and they think and the squeeze their ideas and they realize that they are nothing. They aren't strong enough. Because, if walking up to a random figure on the street they unleash the thoughts that they wish to act upon, my skepticism tells me that they will walk away, with a flourish of the hand exclaiming 'why worry so much? it's bad for the skin darling!'
And yes, I am aware of my stereotypical remark. And I know that there are exceptions, but I am caught in a wave of rage in which i can't even be sure if I am typing the right letters or if I am simply letting loose on these keys.
It is so unfair, for the few born with conscience. Dragging all the load around, twisting and turning it when there is no answer. But they can't make it leave! It never goes away. I have so many times attempted at being cold-blooded, uncaring for what doesn't concern me. It is like an itch, an itch that tickles and burns the contours of the lungs, the heart. Like nicotine and smoke scratching at the arteries. The pain and incompetence is even more recomforting than the sensation of doing nothing to change what you know is wrong.
I many times sit back and dream, dream of a place where greed would just be a nightmare to the rich and poverty a memory to the rich. A dream where everyone would be rich, therefore no one would be, and no individual would live under a towel on a street in order for another to own seventeen cars.
How would the world be if...
If.