01. Name: Louise Anne or just L.A. ^^
02. Age: 14.
03. Where are you from: Philippines
04. Meaning behind tumblr url: I love Paramore. :)
05. Favorite band / singer: PARAMORE/Taylor Swift.
06. What do you like best, what do you find beautiful: I like food. I find skateboards beautiful.
07. tell me about a favourite moment, first one that comes to mind: spending time with my family.
08. do you prefer night or day? night
09. favourite part of the body? hands and eyes.
They say that dreams are your brain’s way of reorganizing memories, but memories are like mud to the Sand Children: they get trapped in something they cannot control or change, or read. They must be careful when they come across a person’s memories, and even more so when they come across a memory dressed as a fantasy, for it is into these that it is easiest to fall.
Why must the sand children be careful of memories? It is because they get confused, they don’t know what is fantasy and what is not, and when they try to tamper with the non-fantasy, they get sucked in, into the memories, as if into quicksand. A memory will devour a child of His realm like a monster of the swamp, they will disappear into the memory forever, reliving someone else’s pain over and over and without realizing where they are or where they left.
They say memories are tricky things, even He cannot control them.
“Yoga is a comprehensive way of life in which the ultimate Reality, or Spirit, is given precedence over other concerns. It is a sacred path that conducts us from the unreal to the Real, from falsehood to Truth, from the temporal to the Eternal.”—The deeper dimensions of Yoga by George Feuerstein (via premashanti)
There used to be more, children roaming the dreaming, and wandering the streets, reading our dreams. But they all disappeared, no one knows why or where, not even the Lord of Dreams himself.
People in the dreams, they wonder why he needs them, what purpose they serve someone who, in this realm, is supposed to be all-powerful. What people don’t realize, is that he is not omniscient or omnipotent, but very very powerful.
He still wonders what happened all those years ago, and how he’ll make up for the loss.
I’m such a worrywort, the most important thing I’ve learned from yoga is that there are always bigger problems than the ones plaguing you. Now, I’m sure y’all have some serious issues that are important to you, but sometimes, you have to step back and be objective. Luggage issues on your vacation? Breathe, and move on, there are bigger problems.
Sometimes, in the realm of the Lord of Dreams, someone is dissatisfied….or tempted. There is one used-to-be-goddess, they call her the Woman in the Mirror, b/c if you look closely enough at your reflection, you might catch a glimpse. If you want to…
These children are turned away from the Sandman by her, and they leave the dreaming, his realm, forever. They know, should they remain in the dreaming, he can find them….and punish them for turning. They exist on the periphery of our lives, watching us as we sleep, reading our dreams….stealing them. They tuck them away in glass vials, for Her, to feed Her.
Stop. Breathe. Think, “no negative energy, no negative energy.” Cuz the energy you put out there will come back at you and it will HURT. Think, “no negative energy,” and admit the truth to yourself….and let it go into the air, forgotten, harmless.
Dr Kim believes in the global economy, investing in plastic surgery to slightly westernize the face will bring a return on the investment of 100 times, through more confidence, a better job and obtaining a better marital partner.
A global ideal doesn’t stop at the face, says dental surgeon Jung Hak. Dr Jung says he’s been fighting a trend. Korean mothers who have been bringing in their toddlers to have the muscle under the tongue that connects it to the bottom of the mouth surgically snipped.
The belief, explains Dr Jung, is that it will help a Korean speak English more clearly. People from the Asia Pacific region have difficulty in pronouncing the “L” sound, says Dr Jung. But he calls the surgery, if it’s only for pronunciation, misguided, and caused by the hyper-competitive drive in Korea.
I just almost gagged when I watched the video and they started talking about snipping the muscle beneath your tongue. Cultural imperialism can be grotesque.
This is kind of disgusting, but think seriously about everything that people do here. We’re a country that has a specialty operation to suck out your fat, where people care so much about playing clarinet that they’ll slit the muscles in their hands to make it easier, and magazines publish articles dedicated to vajazzling your vajayjay.
I remember walking down the street with my best friend in elementary school, and sitting in/playing in the muddy creek that ran behind our houses, walking back home covered head to toe in mud. My parents were never mad, they were just slightly annoyed that I’d be tracking mud in the house.
They roam at night, looking for those like them, the dreamers who live their lives in the dream world, and looking for those to join them. They are stuck in dreams, theirs and others, never growing, never getting older, like Peter Pans of the Sandman’s realm. You can’t see them in the daylight, for they hide when the moon goes back to slumber, but if you look hard enough, maybe you’ll find one. A girl-shaped brick, that might be one. Be careful, though, for she holds the keys to your dreams, and you wouldn’t want to lose those, would you?
They wander, as if lost, disconnected from the living, sleeping, and undreaming, living forever in the imaginations of the world, thrown about at society’s whimsy. But they are not lost, they are free, they are home, home at last. These are the children who lived in dreams, and they have been chosen to live in the dreaming forever, restless. When it is their time for reprieve, when he feels they have done their duty, he lays them down to sleep inside his realm, their souls forever dreaming, their bodies finally resting.
like a dandelion on the breeze. that’s not surprising for a daydreamer, is it? then, maybe I could float to the river, and meander along, conversing with the trees and the driftwood as I go. we’d have quite some conversations.
I just want to add that there is a big difference between respecting a person and respecting their beliefs.
I have friends who are like, “I believe in God.” and I’m like, “That’s cool. I don’t.” and they’re like, “That’s cool.” Then we leave it at that and go skipping hand in hand into the sunset because that’s what friends do. That’s how we respect each other. Our beliefs are our beliefs, but it isn’t about respecting the belief it is about respecting the person.
The moment that someone turns around and tells me that I’m a horrible and disgusting person because I’m bisexual or they tell me that I must have no respect for myself because I have had sex before marriage, it is no longer “their” belief. Suddenly they are trying to make their belief, my belief and that is disrespectful. When this happens, I’m not just going to stand there and take it. And I am proud that more and more atheists are speaking up about it.
So no. I don’t have to respect beliefs. Especially if I think those beliefs are silly, outdated, or barbaric. If I see a prayer circle that people wanted to hold outside before graduation, I won’t run into the middle of it and start yelling at them. Not because I respect the belief, but because I respect those people and think they have a right to do so on their own time.
They work for the Lord of Dreams, they do his sand-bidding, travelling the world, monitoring people in their sleep. They can make you have good dreams, or bad, or none at all. Beware, for when you’re sleeping deeply, dreaming, he’s watching, and he knows where you are.