Okay… That’s it… I think I’m going to set this as my alarm on my phone so I can feel like I’m waking up in heaven on a daily basis.
There’s just something about children’s choirs.
There’s just something about this song
Okay, let me tell you a thing about this song. My mother is a nurse in the NICU with small premature babies. and she had one baby that was born addicted to 5 different drugs. Needless to say, the poor baby had to suffer through intense withdrawals, and my mom discovered that this song was incredibly soothing for the baby while he went through all of his pain. She would play this during his rougher patches, and it would calm him down. So yes, there is something about this song.
This song is a mele (soft, metered song with music) in contrast to an oli (a chant), and translated, it’s a song actually for Chief Kalakaua and Cheifess Lili’ulani. It tells of the beautiful scenery of all the islands, and specifically, a beautiful blooming flower that withstands the summits of each significant peak of Hawaii (including Mauna Kea!). If you contrast the words mele and oli, you will hear them (say them outloud!) how soft, and harsh they are respectively. This mele is comprised of mostly soft, flowing words (save for the name of the mountains!) and the combination of those beautiful words used to name beautiful things and the Children’s Chorus is probably what it is.
“When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.”—
So my cousin was in a gay pride parade and everything in her outfit and makeup was rainbow but she was wearing red contacts and while marching, a protester behind her yelled “You’re going straight to hell” and she turns around to face him with her fuCKING blood red eyes and she says “well duh, I got a kindom to run” and the protester nearly fucking passed out that is her legacy I want to be like her
“Love should never have to be second guessed. It should be full of stay safe texts and calls, it should be laughing at each others jokes even when they mess up the punch line or do not make any sense, it should be singing off key and dancing in the shower, it should be yelling at one another when they do something that might be dangerous, it should be Midnight laughing and morning kisses, it should be arguing one minute and holding hands the next minute, it should be knowing each others quirks and habits inside and out, it should be full of compromises and always listening, it should be watching each others shows together even if one of you absolutely hate that show, it should be going to a chick flick or an action movie, it should be flirting one minute and talking about the economy the next minute. It shouldn’t be perfect. Love is very far from perfect. But you should never feel broken or worthless or wondering if you are loved in a relationship. When it’s real, oh god, it’s real.”—Someone once asked me how they can tell if they are loved in a relationship. (via dollpoetry)