"Your idols can save your life, but you can’t save theirs" this hit me
is that a fact or a weapon?
|—||Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems (via wearerelative)|
I used to be a boy
Photographed by: My dad I think?
Date taken: September 2nd 1997 (My 3rd Birthday)
Location: Bintaro, Indonesia.
this is literally my thought process like all of the time
THIS REMINDS ME OF MY FRIEND WHO PASSED AWAY :’(
Testing out some gold paint.
That’s what I feel today. The sun is shining brightly in the sky, but all I could ever feel is emptiness. Wait, it’s because of my period dammit. Aside from that, I also haven’t found a place to belong in my own country. I’ve been meeting people time after time, who don’t exactly reciprocate the same milieu. I haven’t found a place to channel my skills as music in Indonesia isn’t considered one of the biggest priorities in life. Oh well *sighs*
I feel no use, therefore no good.
Disney’s Peter Pan (1953)
It’s like somebody titled this post with the sole purpose of getting me to click on it.
In his ongoing series of portraits titled Just the Two of Us, photographer Klaus Pitchler gained access to the homes of Austrian costume play (cosplay) enthusiasts where he photographed the elaborately costumed individuals against the backdrops of their everyday life.
I just got myself a Blue-haired Barbie. My very first pivotal doll inspired by the 70’s… This costed $20.00
Photographed by: Marya Budianta
Date: June 26th 2013
I’m perplexed. Don’t know what to say anymore. I’ve returned to Indonesia, assuming that my qualifications and experience (s) are going to be appreciated. Yet I’ve applied for more than 5 job(s), wandered from the South of Jakarta, to the Central (where Ratu Plaza is) and to the North of Jakarta, still don’t receive a single motherfucking job. I’m currently doing a translation for a research project, and it is related to deciphering the different cultural aspects of Indonesia. I love my job, but it’s hurting me to do the work because it has to do with having to comprehend my upbringing that misunderstands my way of thinking.
Yes, I’ve just said the magic word. Misunderstood.
People in Australia don’t understand me, people in Indonesia are ten times worse. My work of art has been criticized, for either it being too raw or over-cooked. It’s hard to seek motivation from others, because they’re not where I am and it’s not easy to do things without everyone else being there with me. I’ve been harassed because of my sexual preference, and the last time that happened was a week ago. Imagine how close it all is. I can’t hide in the closet anymore if people close to me abuse my trust.
I have a motive in life. In ten years time if I have the money, I want to invest on a record label where I could get the poor kids in third world countries to show the talents they’ve got in Music. Again, this is being questioned because my friend told me that music is a waste of crap. I have another motive in life to write a book, and tell people my experiences in life so I can inspire them. Again, this is being questioned because my other friend told me that not everyone’s experiences are the same. I recently became one of the 10 people that could get accepted in a prestigious music school in Brisbane, and that’s being questioned because it’s a MUSIC SCHOOL AND NOT A BUSINESS SCHOOL. My CV is full, I have a lot of experience(s); theatre, baby-sitting, marketing, music, art, hospitality and journalism. BUT IT’S NOT EVEN BEING READ SIMPLY BECAUSE I HAVEN’T OBTAINED A BACHELOR’S DEGREE!
I’M ALWAYS WRONG NO MATTER WHAT I DO AND MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS ARE BEING UNDER-APPRECIATED!!!!!!!!!!! AND EVERYONE IS BLAMING ME THEY SAID IT’S MY FAULT FOR BEING LIKE THIS!!! WHYYYYYYYYY………… MY PSYCHOLOGIST EVEN SAID THAT IT’S MY FAULT BECAUSE I’M NOT THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE AND I HAVE TO BARE THE RISK OF PEOPLE THROWING SHIT AT ME LIKE THIS…