Reading List
I’ve been enjoying spending my time reading lately. I’m currently in the middle of a few different books and have just finished reading the V for Vendetta graphic novel. So what am I reading and what’s in my reading queue?
Currently Reading:
Let the right one in - John Ajvide lindqvist
Cultures of darkness: Night travels in the histories of transgression (From medieval to modern) - Bryan D Palmer
Anarchism and other essays - Emma Goldman
Reading List:
The rights of man - Thomas Paine
The jungle - Upton Sinclair
Anna Karenina - Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy
Herland - Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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[Old-style freakshow sign says:
STRANGE GIRLSCAN THEYMARRY LIKE OTHER GIRLS?HAVE CHILDREN?BE HAPPY AS THEY ARE?WHY?WERE THEY BORN]
This is pretty much what my mother kept asking me from birth onwards. “Why did you have to be born so STRANGE!? Will you ever be like NORMAL GIRLS and BE HAPPY?!”
It seems that us Strange Girls are the same the world over and that our mothers ask the same questions.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8h6l8K5bb1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg)
[Old-style freakshow sign says:
STRANGE GIRLS
CAN THEY
MARRY LIKE OTHER GIRLS?
HAVE CHILDREN?
BE HAPPY AS THEY ARE?
WHY?
WERE THEY BORN]This is pretty much what my mother kept asking me from birth onwards. “Why did you have to be born so STRANGE!? Will you ever be like NORMAL GIRLS and BE HAPPY?!”
It seems that us Strange Girls are the same the world over and that our mothers ask the same questions.
(Source: saidthegramophone.com)
Not What I Was Planning
When I first signed up for my tumblr account I was planning on writing something interesting and inspired, however I find myself about to write something much more personal.
At heart I am a person who wants to be happy, but it often seems like something that will never happen. I try not to talk about feeling that way as often as I do because I am sure my friends and family are sick of it. I try and keep my feelings hidden and pretend that they don’t matter. When I’m angry or upset with friends and family I try to keep on smiling and pretend that nothing is wrong. And I just keep dying a little more each day.
I try to be aware of others and how they feel, and like most people I sometimes fail. When I do and am told about it it adds to the hate I feel for myself. I feel a failure and like nothing that I do is good enough. Not for others and never for myself. I think that’s part of the problem I never feel like I am good enough.
But what am I wanting to be ‘good enough’ for? I’m not totally sure. Good enough to be loved? I think that’s part of it. I don’t think of myself as being pretty, I’m not exciting and the older I get the more I doubt my intelligence - so what else is there? Being nice? Being good? And just how ‘nice’ or ‘good’ do I have to be to make up for everything else?
Cultures of Darkness: Night Travels in the Histories of Transgression (From Medieval to Modern) Bryan D Palmer
Random Daze theme by Polaraul
