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I love no one and nothing in this world more than Quinn Hughes.
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NEW YORK — When Oliver Ekman-Larsson signed a mammoth eight-year extension in July 2018, he figured he was going to be an Arizona Coyote for life.
Ekman-Larsson was the team’s No.1 defenceman, best player and captain. He was the face of the franchise, an icon in the desert.
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i'm not gonna make some big holier than thou post about this bc it's not my place and obviously i'm not morally superior but like. it's fucking absurd to have a team presence here. in the least ironic and joking way possible, the actual social media team for the colorado avalanche... shouldn't be on tumblr. this is the most unhinged website and every fucking person in the world knows it. the avs social team knows it. and yet in their quest to appear hip and relatable or whatever they have once again sacrificed professionalism and the privacy of both fans and players. obviously i'm just gonna block them but like. leave. thanks. the players/orgs don't need a direct line to The RPF Site and as an active member of the rpf site i don't want player/org presence on here either!
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Like, You Know?
After Taylor Mali
In case you haven’t noticed,
It has apparently become really cool
To, like, degrade women?
Or at least look down upon them
For, like, the way they speak?
It’s become so mainstream to take
Metaphorical red pens and underline every “wrong”
Thing they say! Like, everything.
Recently, everything I say has been
Like, criticized? I guess? It’s sort of like
People (mostly men) have taken my parentheticals -
You know, “ums” and “likes” and all that – and have
Based my intelligence on how many times I use them.
I noticed this and tried to change the way I speak, right?
I tried using those like, uhh
Declarative sentences – so called – but I just sounded
Like the men who corrected me.
I ended up sounding like an old white guy.
It’s kind of like speaking in all declarations, all the time
Makes you more loud, more aggressive, and more annoying.
Actually, what I found, when speaking in all declarations
Was that people (mostly men) told me to stop being angry
“smile more!” they said, with macho and grandeur.
Why is it that when other people speak in declarations,
It’s like, totally fine. But when I do it, I sound angry?
But like, also, why is inarticulation such a bad thing?
Like, Ernest Hemmingway spoke with articulation
When he said that you might as well (gun pew pew) a
Woman as you leave her, but that doesn’t
Make him right, now does it?
Yet people still idolize the man.
Is it just cause he’s a man?
Cause like, when women speak about rape
They’re looking for attention,
But when John Krakauer does it, he’s a genius!
And like, it's not just that -
Men always get seen as better than women.
Actually, I have this theory that women started speaking
Like this to like, protect ourselves, I guess?
Like, a “like” is like the safety alarm on our keychains
And a “you know” is the friend we call when walking alone
And an “um” is the way we ask ourselves if we can survive
Getting kidnapped in the outfit we’re wearing.
Cause if we don’t have any of those, we risk our safety.
Like, if I don’t phrase my declarative sentences as
If I’m unsure about them, then I risk being judged -
I risk being seen as soft.
I risk being attacked and targeted for my words.
I risk being a part of another statistic.
Because contrary to popular belief,
The world is not safer for women these days.
If it was safer the percentage of women who
Were sexually assaulted would be like zero, not ninety-seven.
If it was safer, women would be able to walk alone.
If it was safer, women would be able to speak however
They pleased without men breathing down their necks.
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The World is Trying to Kill Me
The world is trying to kill me.
It’s trying to take me and choke me to death
The alarm on my keychain hanging by my neck is just a bit of proof
That the world is trying its best.
The world is trying to kill me.
I shouldn’t have to be scared.
I shouldn’t be afraid of walking home and being unsafe
The bus stop shouldn’t be a place of hate-
But at the right time, that could be the place.
The place the world succeeds.
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An Underlined Title
I am from a city where the outside of buildings matter more than the inside.
Where the colour of a building determines how many people want to occupy it.
Where architects get told to love where they come from and show it in their work, yet they get denied opportunities if they come from certain places.
Where new architects get told to go back to their own city, and the new architects would if they could.
I am from a place where if the outside of a building is ugly, then people don't even bother going inside. I know this is bad but I still get told that if a building looks a certain way it's not good.
I from a city where the middle is burning hot, and the outskirts are also hot.
Where water sets fire.
Where the banks use the money they get from citizens to fund big destruction machines.
Where occupants of 7 buildings create the most garbage, but everyone other than them apologizes for the amount of garbage in the city.
I am from a place where smoke covers the sky above. I know this is bad, but I still get told it's okay because if I recycle the smoke will go away.
I am from a city where buildings with blue walls are favoured.
Where buildings with blue walls get more attention.
Where people give more money to buildings with blue walls.
Where buildings with blue walls pay less for their plot that buildings without them
I am from a place where buildings with blue walls get treated better. I know this is bad, But I still get told it's okay because buildings with blue walls are bigger, better and stronger.
I am from a city where buildings that are different get occupied by less people.
Where a building must look the same as all other buildings in order to get accepted.
Where if a building has walls in more than one colour very few people accept it. People may even fight to change it.
Where if a building has purple walls but people find out that the walls used to be red, they freak out.
I am from a place where buildings that stand out are looked down upon by most. I know this is bad, but I still get told that colourful buildings are weird and need to change.
I am from a city where all it's problems are highlighted.
Where the news reports every bad thing that happens.
Where people try to find answers but problems come quicker than solutions.
Where most are happy being compliant to the horrible things happening around them.
I am from a place where I try to write down ways to help but all I have is an underlined title, and panic.
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Merely Watching
A stream of passing cars.
Each car housing a person. A person so complex, so indescribable. A person with a heart, a brain, and a soul which has been expertly crafted since birth. A person with a smile put on so easily, yet so easily wiped off.
A stream of passing people.
A stream of passing cars.
Each car housing a story. A story with many layers. A story with many characters. A story which cannot be told simply by the car which it chooses to occupy.
A stream of passing stories.
A stream of passing cars.
Each car housing an feeling. A feeling so overwhelming it cannot be recreated. A feeling so good it creates a story. A feeling so bad it makes one cry as they drive.
A stream of passing feelings.
A stream of passing cars.
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Annual Stresses
Back to school shopping used to be exciting. My eyes used to light up while walking through the isles of stationery. I used to adore walking around and seeing it as a sign of what truly excited me: going back to school. Now I walk up and down the isles of back to school supplies and get overwhelmed by the dread which immediately fills me. Now I walk up and down the isles, and instead of seeing a haven of colours and organizational paraphernalia I see instead the panicked parents trying to find their children's supplies. Instead of seeing all the things I wanted but couldn't have I see all the distraught parents who have to tell their kids that they couldn't have the things they wanted.
For me back to school shopping was a time to look forward to. Maybe this was because I used to be a huge stationery fanatic. My time on StudyGram (a subsection of Instagram) was a point in my life where any form of stationery made my eyes light up; I was excited to try all of the pens in every isle. Maybe this was why I was so excited for back to school season. Although I'm not even out of this phase. I am still in the study community, I still want to try everything, I still have very specific tastes in pens. But now, I am starting to see that my local supermarket did not have as many pens that fit my needs as I thought. I no longer see all the highlighter options and geek out. Now I only see more clutter.
This leads me to believe that my discomfort surrounding back to school season is not about how I am no longer a stationery fanatic. So, if not that then what? Maybe I am just a different person. When I look back at myself from a year ago, I see someone who was looking forward to the year ahead of me with hopes of big things. Now I am but a shell. Last year was productive for me in the sense that I got achievements and recognition for my hard work. It was productive in the sense that I feel as though I am finally starting to leave my mark. But it was unproductive in the sense that Ifeel as if I am merely a shell of a person whose worth is attached to their achievements. Maybe I dislike back to school season because of my impostor syndrome.
Maybe the stresses of school are just far too much. Maybe I am too weak to handle going back. Maybe I am anxious about the possible consequences of entering a building occupied (even if temporarily) by over one thousand people daily. Maybe I don't want to know why I am filled with distress. Maybe I just want to move on and deal with it.
I'm sorry to anyone who feels the way I do right now. I won't pretend to know what you feel like as everyone's situations are different. But I want you to know that you are going to crush this next school year. And if you don't - that's okay too. I probably won't either. But we are in this together.
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Building Pathways
In the introduction of The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green, John Green writes about how he spent a month building a pathway from his home to his children’s treehouse/his makeshift office. He spent a month building a path (clearing a trail, covering it with woodchips, laying bricks) which takes him fifty-eight seconds to walk down. This part of the book isn’t really important; it completely gets glossed over. However, it stood out to me.
It stood out to me because it got me thinking about objectivity. Objectively the time spent building the pathway was wasted because a month is much longer than fifty-eight seconds. Of course if the path wasn’t there it would probably take much longer to get to the treehouse, but how much longer could it have taken? If Sarah (John’s wife) and John were able to go to and fro before the path, would a path really be necessary? One could argue that objectively, no, a clear path would not be necessary.
I know many people that would argue against a pathway. I can hear them in my head right now. They would say “why would you spend so long building a path? You could use that time making money or something.” They would say this in the same tone of which they say “Social Studies is so useless. Why do I need to know about the past?” I understand why some think this way; I understand why some deem certain activities as unworthy of time or effort due to the perceived productivity of said activity. And although I find this way of thinking absurd and lifeless I also find it fascinating.
I find it fascinating because I don’t think a worthless activity actually exists. This is because I believe that nothing is as useless as it seems on the surface. Sure building a path in the form of reading sappy YA romance may seem useless, but if it makes one happy then reading has inadvertently improved their quality of life. Plus, a whole subsection of TikTok has emerged purely due to people reading a lot of books. Therefore not only did reading give those who are a part of BookTok joy, but it also gave them a platform. Additionally me writing this Tumblr post may seem useless as I have zero followers, thus (assuming that the Tumblr algorithm is the same as Instagram) no one is going to read it but writing this made me happy so it added something to my life.
Looking back I don’t actually know why I started writing this post. I don’t even know if John Green’s DIY pathway made him happy. Maybe this was just my way of reminding myself that I do not have to give in to the pressures of hustle culture; that I can do something just because. Maybe this was my way of dissing the people in my life who constantly complain about certain things being useless. Maybe this was a longwinded way to tell whoever needed it that they should find something that makes them happy in the same way that John Green’s path made him - whatever it made him.
That being said, it is important to acknowledge that I am incredibly privileged in that I have the time to do things which add no value to my life other than making me happy. It is crucial to recognize that everyone’s situation is different, and everyone has different responsibilities which may render them unable to spend their time in ways that offer them no value monetarily and such. For you, I congratulate you on being a trooper. I see you and want you to know that you are amazing.
I hope anyone who read this finds that reading it was not a waste of their time. But if it was, please make up for the time you spent reading by doing something which adds something to your life.
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