“Both sides” journalism needs to die.
A journalist’s job isn’t to create false equivalencies.
A journalist’s job isn’t to be a stenographer for the police.
A journalist’s job isn’t to promote corporations.
I’m not a journalist, but I thought their job was to report the truth and the facts.
It’s not biased to point out when people lie or give false information. It’s biased to simply parrot their words and present them as trustworthy and reliable sources.
Journalists should be biased, toward facts and the truth.
I’ve gained a new perspective in the last two weeks. I thought our relationship was impossible, four hours apart. No way. But then one of my closest friends started a relationship with a man who is of different religion, ethnicity and lives in a different country. They live nearly 19 hours apart. And they’re trying to make it work. I’m lucky. Odd to say but I am.
Imagine if trees gave off wifi signals. We would be planting so many trees and we’d probably save the planet too.
Too bad they only produce the oxygen we breathe
Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890), Still Life: Vase with Twelve Sunflowers, August 1888, oil on canvas, Neue Pinakothek
Vancouver: Never before have I been in a city that was as able and eager to strike up a conversation.
date a boy who reminds you of autumn, with all its colours, scents, and feelings of adventure
It’s not your fault. I can’t believe our luck. We’ve been dating for almost three months by now, the middle of the winter. You’re moving at the end of the summer. You already want to do long distance. I haven’t even kissed you yet. We’re both so sexually attracted. How is this going to work. I know we both won’t cheat we’ve discussed this. I’m not not sure if I want it to work yet. We’ll see. I can’t believe you’re leaving. It’s not your fault but still.
I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’ve imagined it so many different ways. Always in the same spot though, always listening to the same song. And now I know that you want it too. I know when it’ll happen and where. But yet it seems so unexpected and strange. I know what it feels like to be kissed, but never with passion. Always like it was a chore. You are no chore. I can already feel your body on mine. Your hands finding their place on my waist. I can feel your fingers playing with my shirt. I can imagine how it would feel to pull your body closer to mine, feeling the warmth of your skin and your breath on my lips. What I can’t imagine is the rush I’ll feel from it, or the taste of your lips, or how you’ll kiss me, or how long we’ll kiss, or how passionate you are. I can only hope that you’ll never want to stop because I know I sure won’t.
thoughtsofthedeepeststems
My problem is that I feel too deeply, too strongly, too much. I feel for people after we’ve only just met, I feel for people long after they leave. That’s probably why I feel so much pain and heartbreak because of those people who never felt anything for me.
