How do I even begin to explain how devastating the loss of Nelson Mandela is, not only to South Africans, but to humanity? I am still struggling to arrange my thoughts, still shaking with tears.
In the days to come, people will speak of Madiba’s kindness, courage, strength, his boundless love, and wicked sense of humor. They will start to sound like cliches. In fact, those words already feel inadequate because Madiba was an impossible man.
Impossible in the sense that no one should have gone through what he went through and come out the end as the beacon of hope and goodness he was. Madiba was a born a prince. He grew into a handsome, virile, strong young lawyer who loved, perhaps with too much voracity. He was a boxer and a natural leader. Then he went to prison. He spent 27 years in a cell so small, I could hold my short arms out and was almost able to touch the walls. He was forced to endure hard physical labor in limestone quarries: work that permanently damaged his eyes and lungs. He was subjected to psychological torture. Guards would lock him in a room with a bed and refuse to allow him to sleep in it. They censored and withheld letters from his wife and children. He was told, every day that his life was worthless, that he was utterly unloved.
Most men would crumble under such abject inhumanity. Most men would slink out of prison, broken and defeated. Not our tata. Not Madiba. Madiba walked out of prison beaming. He walked out defiantly happy and turned to those who would have him be otherwise and forgave them. Let me make this clear: South Africa was on the brink of what could have been a devastating civil war. Many people helped to prevent this from happening, but it was Madiba’s simple act of forgiveness that lead the way and stopped the bloodshed in its tracks. And yet Madiba’s act was not so simple when you consider that many have suffered less than him and were unable of finding the courage to put personal pain aside in favor of doing what is right. Madiba had true vision for his country, and more importantly, was more interested in executing that vision than personal gain. It is because of President Mandela’s leadership that South Africa did not become another Congo or Rwanda or Uganda. It is because of him that my family and I are able to go back and feel safe and welcomed in our home.
I and other South Africans refer to President Mandela as “tata Madiba.” Tata means father in Xhosa. I, and millions of others, feel as if we have just lost our father. Never has a leader deserved such an endearment more. The world lost a great soul today, but South Africa lost our father.
My religious beliefs are such that my views on the afterlife are foggy. But if anyone deserves to go to a heaven it’s Nelson Mandela. Madiba is free of a body that was causing him nothing but pain. If there is a heaven, he’s there with Stephen Biko, Oliver Tambo, Walter Sisulu, Hector Pieterson, Miriam Makeba. He’s there with his great granddaughter, Zenani. He is free.
Ndiya kuthanda, Madiba. Hamba kakuhle.
I didn’t know Lauren ran off stage, ah man the feels
When you encounter the same little detail in fanfic after fanfic and you realize you genuinely can’t remember if that thing is actually canon or if it’s just something fandom made up.
perianfrost asked: What was your favourite fairy tale when you were a kid?
As a kid, I loved Robin Hood, but I think it was just because he had a bow and arrow.
Today, I love Cinderella, because everything is going against her but she never gives up hope. Maybe she is really naive but I like to believe everything will work out for her.
Someone else wrote in asking what my favorite obscure fairy tale is. I have a few: “The Cat and the Mouse Set Up House” because it’s adorable, “Six Who Made Their Way in the World” because it is life-affirming, and “Thousandfurs” mostly because how awesome is the name Thousandfurs?
I should also say that Philip Pullman’s versions of the Grimm’s tales are spectacular. If you are in any way interested in reading the original fairy tales, but want them lifted from their poor translations and sloppy prose, read Pullman’s.
"I brought that back, I threw it in there," she [Elizabeth Banks] said of the line, which was unscripted. "I did it, and Francis called cut, and I went over to him, and said, ‘You have to keep that in the movie, because the fans will go bananas.’ "
I KNEW IT WAS IMPROV I COULD FEEL IT
I FELT IT IN MY BONES I DID
i’m bored while doing my latin homework i am this close to translating the opening monologue to star trek into classical latin someone stop me quick
caelum. finito terminalis. is cursus est de commissi navistella. sui legatio quintus-annus - munduses ignotus novus exploro. lux nova et cultus novus sequor. cedo audacius quatenus homonis aput iit.
I have a serious problem.
#i am 100% sure that someone who follows me will like this
1. Contrary to popular belief, waking up early isn’t going to drastically alter your life or effect how you’re feeling. So sleep till noon and relish in the way laying in bed all day makes you feel a little more human.
2. Drinking your coffee ‘black’ doesn’t make you cooler or more sophisticated than the rest of us who load in milk and sugar.
3. Being unimpressed by everything makes you look like a twat. Get excited, be overly passionate about something. Enthusiasm is fun.
4. Hating yourself isn’t romantic.
5. Eat whatever you want. your friend’s a vegan? Awesome. Listen to her talk about how great she feels because of it while you tuck in to some chocolate cake. Tell her you feel just as great. — More Reminders- Charlotte Geier (via aquilum)
(Source: my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it, via crazyredheadednerd)
that awesome feeling when you know that despite not talking to a friend everyday or even after a very long time that you’re both still cool