Not Your Ordinary JoeShmoe
staplesdeep:

johnch4ng:

savedbythestylist:

IVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE PERFECT

i want

September 2 is coming up you guys…just throwing that out there.

staplesdeep:

johnch4ng:

savedbythestylist:

IVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE PERFECT

i want

September 2 is coming up you guys…just throwing that out there.

fuertecito:

Print this. Put it on your fridge. Choose which Chris Pratt you want to have as an inspiration and act accordingly. There’s no wrong choice here.

fuertecito:

Print this. Put it on your fridge. Choose which Chris Pratt you want to have as an inspiration and act accordingly. There’s no wrong choice here.

asian:

my heart melted

ludicrouscupcake:

broimhereforthemusic:

this cat looks stoked as hell

thats just
thats just butter in a hotdog bun

ludicrouscupcake:

broimhereforthemusic:

this cat looks stoked as hell

thats just

thats just butter in a hotdog bun

lovealishadawn:

la-temeraire:

marigolds-sorry:

I really really needed this wow

i caNNOT STOP LAUGHING

LOOK AT THOSE POSITIVE ROLE MODELS

SAY NO TO PEER PRESSURE

gilinskytbh:

baesicdallas:

So there’s this place in New South Wales called Yass and there is a mcdonalds there and well…..

image

"my ass"

open 24 hours
arbitrary

And maybe those lonesome tears I shed as a baby are the same tears I cry today

Maybe my heart lost a few beats focusing along the way, oh pain

How you live through me and come so randomly 

I scream those same tears, like the clouds give storm, 

Just a piece of life, and through flesh, yearn to define ‘home’ 

Somehow, way back, a rhythm created me 

Even throughout the chaotic clutter and entropy 

I forgot that beat, through the notion of defeat

Pain is perhaps a reminder, of the rhythm that sustains me,

To understand this rhythm, is to let it orchestrate,

Let the rhythm express itself, through your voice, from your mind

Give any name to this rhythm, most call it ‘time’ 

Whether it is called pain, love, hate, or possession

Rhythm will possess you in any direction

Don’t try to categorize it with words or systems,

Maybe those tears as a child forcefully arose from the horror of believing in them

bvnds:

sweet like honey

bvnds:

sweet like honey

gay8:

God

gay8:

God

Word Fetishism

Lately, I’ve been pondering about the influence of social media, the internet, cell phones, and just words in general and how they’re used within our Western society. When we look over a screen, scroll down posts, observe text messages on our phones, and so on, there is one thing in common: it’s all text. But first let’s describe what ‘text’ is and what I mean by it.

Text is anything that can generate meaning. The color red may mean ‘stop’ if you’re driving, the cross on someone’s neckless may mean ‘faith’, or even the logo on someone’s shirt may be deliberately worn to generate some meaning to the viewing public. Regardless, whether it is the words we use verbally or the exchange of images on social media, they’re all texts representing some sort of meaning.

However, there is something rather peculiar with the relationship we have today with texts. As new inferential philosophies rise about the world and criticism with globalization, such as feminism, racism, and many others, new identities seem to be emerging and our relationship with words is transitioning.  For example, the word “women” can now be spelled as “womyn”, and new gender identities (such as Bi-gender) are beginning to accumulate in attempt to disregard the old fashioned binaries of “male or female.” Don’t get me wrong, this I think is a great thing; to expand our lexicon with new fitting terms that people feel comfortable to identify with. The human spectrum can never be limited to a dichotomous vocabulary. Simply put, the universe and all its inhabitants can rarely ever be categorized as black or white. Furthermore, however, everything in life can never be put into mere symbols. For just as these new words emerge, so is the ongoing battle humans have with attempting to fully express ourselves through the many means of language.

Our command with forming new words and terms seems to be empowering for people, as language always has and should remain. It is culture that is birthed from language, and vice versa. But in modern times, I think we’re emphasizing too much on the words as finite beings. Receiving a text from someone seems to suffice human emotion, the usage of emojis or emoticons (such as hearts or kisses) are our new romantic gestures, and we’ve been reduced from actually saying “I love you” in person to now an acronym of “ily” via text messaging. This is where I begin to ponder about the influence of social media, the internet, and the vast growing technologic platforms humans have created to connect with each other. Words can never fully conceptualize what we’re actually trying to express. The creation of words is the attempt to understand the true inner expressive nature all humans share. Yet, even as I am typing this out, deep within me, I know this is not what I fully wish to express. Humans can never express themselves fully. As a matter of fact, there are only a few words out of the entire English vocabulary that I have used throughout this post, and I’ve reassembled them in different ways over and over again just to try to transfer that inner expression within me.

If you haven’t caught on to what I’m trying to say yet, don’t worry, you never will! But ponder this: try to describe the color red, or any color, without referencing another color. Seems impossible, right? Every word depends on each other, sort of like people. We can’t just say one word and have it not mean something else to someone else. Other parts of the world have over 60 ways of just saying the word “coconut”, where I can only think of one – which is the word itself! COCONUT! But that word simply won’t due for other cultures. They won’t know what the hell I’m talking about.

As new forms of expression emerge, and new terms, I think it is vital to know that the texts themselves, whether it is from looking at our phones or the internet, that these symbolic representations can never grasp human expression. Though as people form new labels to identify themselves with, it is important to know that we’re not shackled by the parameters of words nor should we shape our realities that way. Words don’t define us, we define us by these arbitrary references. I cannot simply observe someone and think that this is all there is. It is true, that we have been taught to think that way. Blacks were considered as nothing more than just property in this country, not human, not worthy of understanding. Women have been turned into objects as well, as just things to observe and for men to look at with an intention of self-interested desire. But hey, we’ve got online dating too – where people post their “best” looking photos, choose the “best” sounding words, and delete whatever they think won’t attract. Almost seems like a fast-food menu, and that is what I ponder about. People aren’t symbols, texts, objects, images, or whatever. Likewise, we can never define life nor groups of people, we can only experience it and experience each other. Words are best given through human to human dialogue. The images and texts we see will never be enough, nor should they be thought of as representations of ourselves and each other. If we are to understand ourselves and our community, it is best done by the given definitions of those words themselves: the act (and art) of communication and understanding. 


                

big-ending:

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME