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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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yo

yo

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So powerful

I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.

Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.

That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.

And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.

Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.

This movie has the potential to change the way we collectively see Barbie radically into what Ruth Handler’s intended, I’m so very excited

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I am selfish

I am selfish for the way I treat people.

I want love but I'll still stay aloof,

I don't want you but still make it up to you,

I'll say things that are going to make you feel,

I'll still stay like an empty reel,

I want you to talk to me but i won't cry out when you are with me,

I don't want you cause I still want me,

But I still want that breeze,

I still want that me.

I am everything you don't want me to.

I am selfish for the way I love you.

I say things I don't want to,

I'll be that allegory in your mind,

I'll try as hard as I can to keep you,

I'll slay like a crazy wine,

I'll die if you ever went too far,

I'll cry if you ever came too near,

I can baffle you with crimes,

I can make your t shirt look like a crime,

I am somehow a mastermind,

I am somehow everything that's not kind,

I can shape-shift like a slurry,

But I can't ditch that Keychain for the money,

I can't,

But still I am everything you dont want me to.

I am selfish for the way I talk.

I can bloom flowers but give shelter to the dark,

I can bring the fire but along with some flood,

I can fly high but I am scared of the night,

I am never scared of the night,

I lie, I cap, I am white poison,

The name i coined in my childhood for me was the horizon.

And still I am everything you dont want me to.

I am everything,

I want me to,

But also want me to.

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Live the moment before it dies

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What it is to grow up in a captivated world🌏, I can feel it now.

Its just like roses around your bed but you can't get off because of the thorns lying below. This world is the ideal world for everyone who has ever dreamt of living a wealthy life with a wife and few children who are almost on their own now. Every single thing is in its place. But captivated.

I never knew I couldn't get out of this. I couldn't step off and leave them behind. I wasn't sure what the world might say but I was sure of the words my family history will say.

Marriage, relationship, children, divorce, remarriage, death.

Its simple. It's easy. Out of hell.

I come home every single weekend and watch my children ignore me like I wasn't ever really there. Like I never existed or meant something to them. All the life I gave earning so that my children get a good school, excellent grades and an awesome college. I got it all, but you know the thirst for more is a quest and voyage for life. I was never satisfied but was proud . I was never ashamed but was never proud. I was walking with them but never for them, because i knew what life is like and how it is gonna be for them.

Hence I never comforted them with a lie.

I only wanted them to know how it feels. I thought to make them tough i needed to be harsh on them. But the latter turns all the chairs against me. My dignity, my persona, my image. Everything is ruined in front my children.

I don't really know what i did but the much I know is that they hate me along with my wife.

Life was never simple, never easy. But I never knew it could be that suffocating, captivating.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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Die first, live forever

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Snippet 5

"Nah, I am not gonna explain the whole damn rule to you Jason, no. It's too much complicated and I don't even know where to start. It kinda looks like a treasure hunt but I am not sure about it at all."

"Its nuffing Mable, you just have to make out the meaning of the place from the jumbled words. Its so damn easy. Now get to the place you can make out of it. Palatial Palace arena ain't even that unknown, at least not to you."

"Ah I know but the game conductors have set the bars too high. It's so hard."

"Stop saying that and play it. Go."

I am pushed forth to join the crowd and enter the jumbled game. Y mom doesn't realizes I'm 7 but I do.

I carve out from the big names the very sacred and famous fountain of Starview, which lies here, in Palatial Palace arena.

I run to the place, dashing through the leaves of the trees which are lined on the slim path and i should be running off the road, which means through the trees. One branch cuts through the bottom of my knee but it doesn't really matters compared to the Fanta fountain.

I reach on time but it seemed like someone was already there before me.

The black long hairs swayed through the wind. It was like the wind had fingers which ran smoothly through the frizz of her hairs, curved at the ends. Delicate, little fringes of short upto-forehead-cut hairs were dancing vertically up as if to catch the rain which was about to fall down.

It starts pouring out of the mist and I stood there like a stone, watching her hairs, getting wet in the spring rain. Its more like winter to be honest.

I don't move. I don't budge. I stood still to watch her. She slowly pulls off her hands from the stone counter made of wood, from which the view ran down to the very deep sea, and looks back to look me in the eye.

The narration turns suddenly deep, smooth, silent and still. As if we slowly grew out of our childhood sweaters, teenage jeans and 20s coats. We are even now. Me and her.

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I'm never on my lowest now

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SNIPPET SERIES INTRO

Ah I started this snippet series a few weeks ago and i didn't even put up a proper description of that, hence I am very sorry and would like to correct that mistake now lol :)

I really like SOME scenes in movies or series which catch up my attention and feelings so much that I end up making a dozen scenarios about it like for example the momentary fighting scenes in the Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows part2 and action scenes in Marvel movies (which are always so damn awesome, everybody knows it anyway).

So I just wanted to read some things like snippets and momentary scenes which, for me, are kinda fun and soothing and relaxing to read since it puts into view the feelings of that exact moment or what the writer is feeling rn forgetting what happened in the past or going to happen in future.

I couldn't see any Tumblr page like this so thought to start it. BTW if there is any you can tell me in the comments and I would love to read your thoughts and snippets.

So yeah this is a very fun activity for me and helps me in my writing processes like writing a scene in a novel.

I love it and I hope you do too.

Thankyou :)

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Times changes or we did. I am not certain.

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Snippet 4

"Did you just wear soft smoke eyeliner to a coffee date?"

"I did so what?"

"Nah, I just-don't you think it's too much?"

"Get lost Aaron, this isn't about you anyways."

"Yeah, I wish it was."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Nuffing. You look pretty cool though. It's killing."

"I knew it. Do you think James gonna go head over heels for it?"

"Obviously. Hands up. No doubt. You are already so pretty, even without this makeup."

"Its catchy Aaron. No one gives a shit about natural beauty nowadays."

"Yeah?"

"Its late isn't it? James should've been here already."

"Same pinch. I dont think he'll show up Bronze. Why don't we just leave?"

"I can't dummy. Its a date. Its important. "

"Well, i am important too btw."

"It isn't about you Aaron. "

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Snippet 3

The building has crumpled like a white piece of paper left in the dumpster for decades. Irrecognizable. God only knows if something happened here in all these years.

I stood staring at the remnants for sometime before laying my eyes on the stone henge which bore the names of the alumni who died long ago. There's her name too. On the topmost left corner. The first. The one. It's strange.

While I'm only 45, I try to fight the urge to know how could she die at the age of 34 only.

Died in a hunting voyage. A hunter. Sounds so cool.

"Talk like a bad boy, bunny"

She used to say that often when I said something so cheesy she didn't have to fight the urge to meltdown on that. She loved Nate from 'One Of Us Is Lying'.

"It's real." I suddenly realize actually that its real. The voice. I look beside myself to find her standing fromally like we are in a funeral set and, strangely, as transparent as the mist. She looks young like the woman in their 30s and is gorgeous, just as i had imagined her.

Then she points to a place on the cobblestone and i strain my eyes and move closer to read what was written there-

Talk like a bad boy, bunny.

I was stunned and when I looked back to see her, she was gone.

Gone like that Sunday morning. Gone like the good times. Gone like the relief after the storm.