The Persian Ceiling

The world is a ceiling of refracted light.

Twenty-four-year-old college graduate, Boston native, world history major, bit of an Anglophile. The world, it fascinates me.

This blog is mostly me posting fandom-related nonsense (BBC's Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, etc) with some other things tossed in for fun, like health and fitness (primarily posted to my Fitblr). I really like lots of things, please supply me with more things to love!

100 Happy Days Challenge

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and now im pregnant
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Take note: this is how to properly disarm someone. Always go to the outside of the arm, not the inside.

ah yes I have been doing it wrong the whole time it seems cowering in fear was not the first step



every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor

lots to look forward to

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An anon just asked me what love is so I thought I’d give an actual answer. Love is:

  1. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.) image



  2. Putting someone else’s needs before yours. image
  3. When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines on you. image
  4. Eternal. image
  5. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” image

  6. “Love is many things none of them logical.” image


  7. John 15:13 (Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.) image
  8. The greatest thing you’ll ever learn it just to love and be loved in return. image
  9. “You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” image
  10. "You can’t hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love, and you cannot track that; not with a thousand bloodhounds. And you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.”image


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A single guy once booked every other seat in a movie theater just so he could split up couples on Valentine’s Day.
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"I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, so I went to an expensive college. I realized afterwards that it would have been better to go to a cheaper college with a goal in mind."
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white people doing yoga hurts no one. so quit spewing your bullshit to others to make south asians feel "empowered" about stopping white people doing a practice from your motherland. as you stated, you've never actually seen or practiced yoga in south asia and as a result your uninformed opinions are hurting everyone in the process. you don't personally get a wound everytime someone who isn't south asian does yoga.



I never said that I get a wound when non-desis do yoga. There are other forms of cultural appropriation and colonization that can be far more harmful. The harm that I speak of has to do with representation of my culture. My family, friends, and I have been mocked and discriminated against because of our culture and religion - our symbols, clothing, diet, rituals, and language. But then I turn around and see white people doing the same things and being rewarded for it. So while I don’t get physical wounds, I resent the fact that everything my people do has to be filtered and diluted through white people before it becomes acceptable. I’m sorry if you don’t think that’s harmful.

I understand that the history of yoga in South Asia is complicated. There are several layers of colonialism & religious and caste discrimination that intersect with the history of yoga. Who does yoga even belong to? Brahmins, Hindus, all South Asians? What about South Asian Muslims? Well in the US, it seems to belong to skinny, upper/middle class, white women. While I am not able to speak extensively on yoga in South Asia, I understand that yoga in the US, similar to South Asia, has a complicated relationship with class/race/religion/etc.

I know that bhakti yoga is going to continue thrive as a billion dollar industry in the US, and there’s not much turning back (until Americans find a new fad). I know that my white neighbor doing her asanas isn’t threatening my physical safety. However, I know that yoga can’t be separated from a history of colonialism, and the inability for Americans to realize that is harmful.

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