@sulivanfitriati @silviawafiroh @farahprasevie #KakNda #Lu’lu Terimakasih untuk satu semester yang menyenangkan. Semoga tidak hanya sampai disini tetapi kita bisa membuat yang terbaik lainnya. Selamat menempuh UAS dan persiapan liburan ehehe. Love you all :) (at Gedung H Fakultas Psikologi, Universitas Indonesia)
“…connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.” — C. JoyBell C. (via Neurolove)
(via psychcomedy)
Lu pernah gak sih capek sama diri lu sendiri? Serasa berharap kalau diri lu itu sebuah skenario, lalu lu bisa ngedit-ngedit beberapa bagiannya biar jadi kisah yang bener-bener lu inginkan. Mengganti segala ketidakmampuan dengan kesanggupan. Mengganti semua pengharapan menjadi kenyataan. Mengganti semua pedih dengan senang. Semua tangis dengan tawa. Semua jatuh dengan bangkit.
Ya, pasti diri lu seperti di skenario itu akan ngebosenin banget sih. Kayak makan biskuit tanpa air. Ngerasain panas tanpa ngerasain dingin. Melihat bintang sepanjang hidup tanpa mengenal matahari.
Jadi, asiknya pegimana?
Gue pun gatau.
sharing this ~FurretTails:
I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist.
My name is Ela. I am seventeen years old. I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab. So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through.
My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall. Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack. Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us. Not today. People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us. They didn’t talk to us. They acted like we didn’t exist. They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all.
And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists. She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice. However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget. The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store.
All that because I put a scarf on my head. Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil. It didn’t matter that I was a nice person. All that mattered was that I looked different. That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing.
This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call. It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day. It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim.
People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message. Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions. Reblog this. Tell your friends. I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.
9gag:
That’s what I’d call wall art.
I’m ill. I life without passion. Like life without food. Like feel without heart. Like smile by forcing curve in a lip. It is hard to do something that you don’t know why you must do that things. It sick when you don’t love your daily activity. Feels like that wasn’t your place. Feels like….you don’t have a connection. You are not connected. You are empty.
Hampa. Benar-benar hampa. Aku takut aku sudah terlalu jauh berjarak dengan-Mu.
(via staypozitive)
“Ada yang sibuk membuat jarak dan ingin dihormati. Adapula yang sibuk menghilangkan jarak dan ingin lebih dekat. Hidup memang soal pilihan.”
Rasa seperti makin murah terobral. Mampu jatuh dimana saja. Semacam tidak ada proses seleksi. Kalaupun ada, persyaratannya pasti teramat sangat minim. Katanya rasa memang tidak memilih. Tapi, setidaknya lebih berhati-hatilah untuk jatuh. Jangan semua-semua disambar lalu jatuh. Jangan semua-semua disambar lalu langsung gatal ingin cari tahu. Kasihan jika terlalu banyak nama yang membekas, kasihan jika terlalu banyak wajah yang terlintas. Kasihan hati, kasihan mata.
Teruntuk diriku sendiri, belajarlah untuk lebih berhati-hati agar tidak cepat terjatuh apalagi tersungkur lalu masuk jurang. Hidup terlalu berarti untuk didominasi dengan perihal jatuh dan tersungkur.
(via staypozitive)
whoops
(Source: cherrybam, via staypozitive)
Wanna cry in some night, with some moonlight, and some stars.
(Source: psych-facts)