I don’t vent on Tumblr often, but I’m getting really peeved.
It’s close-mindedness. You can’t let yourself be impressed. But things can still be cool! Things can still be awesome! Over-analyzing doesn’t make you more profound or more intelligent. It makes you really freaking annoying; especially to those of us who can still be moved by something interesting. Why close yourself off to something enjoyable, exciting, exhilarating? Why be so obnoxiously contrary, so depressingly negative?
What a sad attempt at being different. You all end up being the same - narrow-minded snobs that will never allow themselves the unthinkable emotion of feeling blown away.
It’s a great feeling. I recommend you give it a try, every so often. It’s good for the soul, the mind, the bowels.
I’m not saying that Inception is the best film on the face of the planet. But give it a rest, will you? And try to enjoy things a little more.
In these wee hours of the night/morning, I realize that I have nothing to say. I rarely post my own thoughts, because I rarely think of anything remotely profound or wise. Everyone else has already thought it. It’s already out there. I can make no new revelation that someone hasn’t already made. My thoughts are all old news.
“We invest with the bankers, but not in the Maker. Think about it, think about it. And I am the culprit, I am no saint. How long will I stand here obstructing love’s way?”—Bryce Avary (The Rocket Summer), Nothing Matters
Who better to face the greatest evil of the 20th century than a humble man of faith?
As Adolf Hitler and the Nazis seduced a nation, bullied a continent, and attempted to exterminate the Jews of Europe, a small number of dissidents and saboteurs worked to dismantle the Third Reich from the inside. One of these was Dietrich Bonhoeffer—a pastor and author, known as much for such spiritual classics as The Cost of Discipleship and Life Together, as for his 1945 execution in a concentration camp for his part in the plot to assassinate Adolf Hitler.
In the first major biography of Bonhoeffer in forty years, New York Times best-selling author Eric Metaxas takes both strands of Bonhoeffer’s life—the theologian and the spy—and draws them together to tell a searing story of incredible moral courage in the face of monstrous evil. In a deeply moving narrative, Metaxas uses previously unavailable documents—including personal letters, detailed journal entries, and firsthand personal accounts—to reveal dimensions of Bonhoeffer’s life and theology never before seen.
"The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.”
As I approach my first year of college, this poem strikes a particular chord.
My friend is watching my betta fish, Lucifer, and my snail, Barry, while I’m out of town until Sunday.
I glanced over at my fish bowl last night, expecting to see Lu’s bright red fins fluttering about and Barry’s suction-y body clinging to the glass. But alas, it’s empty. I grew sad. I miss them. Good thing they’re coming with me to college.
I Constantly Thank God For Esteban, Panic! at the Disco (A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out)
Someone once asked me why I still listened to Panic! at the Disco’s album A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, saying that it was just a stage we went through in junior high that normal people soon got out of.
Listen, this is good stuff.
Come, congregation, let’s sing it like you mean it.
I live in Ohio. This song is, in a word, glorious. As are many songs in this show, but I specifically recommend you give this one a listen, and also Climbing Uphill. Maybe I’ll upload that one another day.
Anyway, A Summer In Ohio.
I could shove an ice pick in my eye I could eat some fish from last July But it wouldn’t be as awful as a summer in Ohio.