Coconut Milk

Soy Scepticism.

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:36:39 +0200

Seriously, I’m a bit pissed off at how people just love to find out how dangerous soy apparently is, and then pass on the internet-found evidence to me. What are they trying to do here? Show a strange form of unnecessary concern over my well-being, or apologize for their own bad eating habits with their newfound knowledge of how vegetarians and mostly vegans may just not be all that healthy either? They will happily continue drinking their hormone-poisoned milks and eating antibiotic-infused meats, but no, let me not have that tiny amount of soy milk in my cereal because it is terrible for me. Who are we kidding here?

It may be true it’s not as good for consuming as it may seem, because hardly anything is nowadays, unfortunately. I’d understand the potential risks if I had tons of it every day or thrived on it (I hardly ever do). I would, however, still choose it over any animal protein - by the way, most animals are being fed almost exclusively soy anyway because of its low cost and quick fattening properties. It is also found in a vast array of other commercial products, but hardly anyone reads the ingredients.

Funny, whenever I bought up the issues of indulging in animal products, people would stare at me and dismiss my arguments. Yet I should follow the guidelines of their disaproving outlook on a single plant food source.

He reminds me of me in a way. Interesting …

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:10:30 +0200

He reminds me of me in a way. Interesting …

"I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:07:00 +0200

“I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.”

- Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:04:52 +0200

I don’t have enough friends to fill all those chairs, but...

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:04:01 +0200

I don’t have enough friends to fill all those chairs, but I wouldn’t mind seating around this spacious place myself.

Eat ALL the cookies

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:51:53 +0200

Eat ALL the cookies

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Fri, 17 May 2013 20:23:34 +0200

Manly times.

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:12:44 +0200

Manly times.

"I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts."

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:51:18 +0200

“I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.”

- Andy Warhol (via dulcetdecember)

likeafieldmouse: Jen Stark - Abyss (2011) - Hand-cut paper,...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:30:29 +0200

likeafieldmouse:

Jen Stark - Abyss (2011) - Hand-cut paper, wood, foamcore, glue and light

guyletatooer: Five headed Hanuman. New session on a body suit...

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:35:00 +0200

guyletatooer:

Five headed Hanuman.
New session on a body suit project.
On Damien at Home.

The composition… :O PERFECT.

Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the...

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:15:25 +0200

Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”

This sums me up.

smallpotatoescolored: Ah yes I can feel the...

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:09:00 +0200

smallpotatoescolored:

Ah yes I can feel the equality.

Isn’t it funny how all those people who put this list together (I’m assuming they live in a Western culture) are probably horrified how “Islamic women are treated because they must cover themselves completely for men”.

Hello, double standards.

"Friendships".

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:12:01 +0200

I was never one to have many friends. I am an introverted person, slowly trying to get on with the fact I don’t need other people in my life. Occasionally, yes, but not on a daily basis, and not people I would be close to.

It’s still difficult to accept I’ll never have a best friend. You read and hear about others having found their best friends, and it sounds like you’re missing out on something. Being able to tell someone your troubles and relying on them to help you. Them taking time out of their lives in order to listen to you and spend quality time together.

To me, it almost sounds too idyllic.

Every person I ever considered a best friend was not one, now that I look at it. It was never genuine, mostly on their part. I feel like I was often used until someone better came along.

I don’t regret losing all those people however. I regret losing the person I have trusted to be my best friend during the past 6 years. Because I genuinely thought I had finally found someone who would stand by my side. Who won’t grow tired of me. Who would offer to help me whenever I needed them.

I know I can be a difficult person to deal with sometimes because of all of my insecurities caused by depression and anxiety. I just wish I hadn’t been lead into thinking I would always have support. Because I clearly don’t have it anymore. When I call or text, I’m lucky to get a reply now. At least a compassionate one; I would honestly rather not hear about how I should just get my shit together and just move on. If it were that simple, I would have done it long ago by myself.

Another thing seems to be time. Always time. No one has it. Work seems to be way more important than your so-called best friend’s troubled mind. I’m not stupid, I know everyone has to work for a living, but constantly putting it first makes me wonder if that’s all there is to it. Either you’re lying to me that you don’t have time for a 5-minute phone call, or you’re lying to yourself.

I feel like it’s me, though. If you truly didn’t have any time, you wouldn’t post on facebook and snap photos of coffee times with other friends on instagram.

I have to tell myself I don’t need that. I don’t deserve to always wait around until someone feels like maybe spending time with me - only when they feel like it, not when I do, too. I’m sick of being left guessing when the next time will come. They keep saying I’m worth more than that, but no one ever actually shows it. It’s disrespectful.

I don’t know what it sounds like to say I’m forever alone - funny or attention seeking - but maybe if I accept it and stop worrying about not having friends, at least I won’t get hurt anymore.

Not sure how this will make me feel, but it keeps occupying my mind and I might try writing it...

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:08:06 +0200

Not sure how this will make me feel, but it keeps occupying my mind and I might try writing it out.

I’ve been single for 3 years now. Maybe not long to someone else, but time is relative and in this particular case, it feels like a lifetime.

I never wanted relationships as much before as I do now. I never had a boyfriend during my high school years, but that was because I was painfully anti-social and lived in my own world too much. I did dream of having someone and would get depressed at times for being single for so long. But I also had other problems to deal with that usually prevailed.

Fast forward a few years, when I then broke up with my boyfriend of almost 2 years at 22, I truly didn’t want to have a new relationship immediately after. I actually wanted to be alone for some time. But it just so happened that I met someone new.

He pursued me. He made me fall in love with him. He had that something special in him. I still don’t know how, but I never imagined I could fall for someone that much. It almost seemed surreal. He played me a song on youtube titled “Please Don’t Go”. I said I wouldn’t.

But then he did.

Only 3 months later, “it wasn’t the same anymore”. Out of thin air. I don’t know what happened. I never got an honest explanation, and at the back of my mind I think it was my fault. Because I was dealing with depression at the time and going through some tough changes he probably couldn’t accept.

Of course he knew that - we met in group therapy for depression and anxiety. Which is why it surprised me even more that he didn’t understand.

This was the first time I had my heart broken out of love. It shattered to pieces and never fully healed. It was all so intense, and then suddenly - everything was taken from me. So abruptly.

I still feel empty.

It was his birthday yesterday. I clicked on his facebook profile, telling myself I’ll be fine. But I wasn’t. Seeing him looking different, socializing with all those people. It caused an anxiety attack.

He’s the one person I have to keep getting over, but I never truly do. I keep searching for him in other guys, and he’s never there.

I had the right person at the wrong time.

Divine Collection Glam Rock SeriesVenturi Design Lab If a chair...

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:18:13 +0200

Divine Collection Glam Rock Series
Venturi Design Lab

If a chair can be sexy, then this is it.

LOOK AT IT

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:08:34 +0200

LOOK AT IT

atlasobscura: Delivering a dinosaur to the Boston Museum of...

Mon, 06 May 2013 22:00:32 +0200

atlasobscura:

Delivering a dinosaur to the Boston Museum of Science - Arthur Pollock - 1984

Well this would have been fun to see.

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Mon, 06 May 2013 00:01:41 +0200

"Everything interests me, but nothing holds me."

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:00:46 +0200

““Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.””

- Fernando Pessoa