Remember when… Simon stuck his face into his Birthday cake?
click on my blog for big, stupid beautiful face version…
#i know this picture has been posted before #but jeezus krispy #can we talk about this ridiculous face? #who the hell even looks like this?!#how can anyone have such a stupid beautiful face? #I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOUR FACE DUDE
As I go through photos of Simon for his birthday month full of favorites, I just have to go on record and say I miss the clean-shaven baby face! Have loved the beard but that photo of naked face Si a few months ago has just been teasing and taunting me ever since!
I know I don’t post as much Duran Duran as I used to, but I’d never ever say that I’ve “moved on” from them. I feel like “moving on” implies abandonment, or letting go or something, perhaps for good. That’s not the case with me and Duran Duran. I found them in a time of my life where I just needed, for a few fleeting minutes, something to lean on where no one was really giving me that.
At the time I was very busy to the point where I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. And my problems were so miniscule to other people at the time, that I don’t feel like I got the help I needed from the people I knew. Duran Duran gave me that and so much more. It sounds weird, to me. It shouldn’t. But it does. I got music that could either soothe my soul, make me dance, or motivate me to get stuff done. I got awesome friends here through them. Mostly through the internet.
People always say “it’s the internet, don’t take it too seriously.” What people don’t realize is that behind every computer that connects to the internet—particularly, Tumblr users—there is a person. A person with needs, wants, and emotions. You don’t need to know someone in real life to be friends with them, in this day and age where technology and the internet are so prevalent. So the connections that I’ve made here through DD are special to me. The post I made earlier about the Hyde Park liveblog party? I meant that. We all came together and had one huge party and it was amazing. That’s what I mean. Stuff like that. I couldn’t stop smiling that day because of what a fantastic day that was.
My point is this: People change and tastes change but it doesn’t mean we’ve moved on. And how could I ever abandon a band that I owe so much? The answer is that I can’t. And I don’t plan on it.
It’s not sexist to not like chubby girls
It’s not sexist to not like skinny girls
It’s not sexist to have preferences
It’s not sexist to not like body hair,
It’s not sexist to not like chubby guys
It’s not sexist to not like skinny guys
REPEAT AFTER ME:
PREFERENCES ARE NOT FREAKING SEXISM, THEY ARE WHAT YOU PREFER.