My dad, in his 50s, is a lifelong hippie and has dreads to his waist. Plus all the other hippie accoutrements. He came into work today and I could see people staring in bemusement at him. Later, a couple of people commented that they thought he was cool, but a secretary in her 20s asked me if ever got embarrassed by him. [yes - I was stunned by her temerity, too]
No I do not EVER get embarrassed by him. I am proud that my dad is an individual and has always followed his heart. I could never be embarrassed by anybody who did that. Those sorts of people are precious. There are far too few of them in this relentlessly conformist world.
Why is she so fucking selfish and can never understand anything?
I really passionately hate her. I can’t stand her. Her face makes me angry, her body …it just triggers this rage. Her voice makes me want to punch a wall…and its nit a tiny mother-daughter fight. It wasn’t even a fight. Its a permanent state of rage.
I haven’t held your hand in eight months and the human skin replenishes every twenty-seven days. You’ve never touched this skin and I don’t think you ever will.
Sultan Ahmed Mosque from Hagia Sophia @ Istanbul, Turkey