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shadesofnerdness:

mybatchesarecumbered:

elenilote:

shadesofnerdness:


The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch 
published: May 1, 1980
““Elizabeth was a beautiful princess. She lived in a castle and had expensive princess clothes. She was going to marry a prince named Ronald.
Unfortunately, a dragon smashed her castle, burned all her clothes with his fiery breath, and carried off Prince Ronald.
Elizabeth decided to chase the dragon and get Ronald back. She looked everywhere for something to wear, but the only thing she could find that was not burnt was a paper bag. So she put on the paper bag and followed the dragon. He was easy to follow, because he left a trail of burnt forests and horses’ bones.
Finally, Elizabeth came to a cave with a large door that had a huge knocker on it. She took hold of the knocker and banged on the door. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Well, a princess! I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” He slammed the door so fast that Elizabeth almost got her nose caught.
Elizabeth grabbed the knocker and banged on the door again. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Go away. I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” “Wait,” shouted Elizabeth. “Is it true that you are the smartest and fiercest dragon in the whole world?” “Yes,” said the dragon.
“Is it true,” said Elizabeth, “that you can burn up ten forests with your fiery breath?” “Oh, yes,” said the dragon, and he took a huge, deep breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up fifty forests.
“Fantastic,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up one hundred forests. “Magnificent,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath, but this time nothing came out. The dragon didn’t even have enough fire left to cook a meatball.
Elizabeth said, “Dragon, is it true that you can fly around the world in just ten seconds?” “Why, yes,” said the dragon, and jumped up and flew all the way around the world in just ten seconds. He was very tired when he got back, but Elizabeth shouted, “Fantastic, do it again!”
So the dragon jumped up and flew around the whole world in just twenty seconds. When he got back he was too tired to talk, and he lay down and went straight to sleep.
Elizabeth whispered, very softly, “Hey, dragon.” The dragon didn’t move at all. She lifted up the dragon’s ear and put her head right inside. She shouted as loud as she could, “Hey dragon!” The dragon was so tired he didn’t even move.
Elizabeth walked right over the dragon and opened the door to the cave. There was Prince Ronald. He looked at her and said, “Elizabeth, you are a mess! You smell like ashes, your hair is all tangled and you are wearing a dirty old paper bag. Come back when you are dressed like a real princess.”
“Ronald,” said Elizabeth, “your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very neat. You look like a real prince, but you are a bum.”
They didn’t get married after all.””

"This story is a success because it is real. There are no princes but there are a lot of bums, and you don’t want to marry one." 
-Robert Munch 

this is very awesome :)

omg this is my favourite children’s book ever

This just ended up on my dash. This post has finally come full circle.

Omg, this was my favorite book as a kid!

i-am-super-who-lock-ed:

shadesofnerdness:

mybatchesarecumbered:

elenilote:

shadesofnerdness:

The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch 

published: May 1, 1980

““Elizabeth was a beautiful princess. She lived in a castle and had expensive princess clothes. She was going to marry a prince named Ronald.

Unfortunately, a dragon smashed her castle, burned all her clothes with his fiery breath, and carried off Prince Ronald.

Elizabeth decided to chase the dragon and get Ronald back. She looked everywhere for something to wear, but the only thing she could find that was not burnt was a paper bag. So she put on the paper bag and followed the dragon. He was easy to follow, because he left a trail of burnt forests and horses’ bones.

Finally, Elizabeth came to a cave with a large door that had a huge knocker on it. She took hold of the knocker and banged on the door. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Well, a princess! I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” He slammed the door so fast that Elizabeth almost got her nose caught.

Elizabeth grabbed the knocker and banged on the door again. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Go away. I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” “Wait,” shouted Elizabeth. “Is it true that you are the smartest and fiercest dragon in the whole world?” “Yes,” said the dragon.

“Is it true,” said Elizabeth, “that you can burn up ten forests with your fiery breath?” “Oh, yes,” said the dragon, and he took a huge, deep breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up fifty forests.

“Fantastic,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up one hundred forests. “Magnificent,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath, but this time nothing came out. The dragon didn’t even have enough fire left to cook a meatball.

Elizabeth said, “Dragon, is it true that you can fly around the world in just ten seconds?” “Why, yes,” said the dragon, and jumped up and flew all the way around the world in just ten seconds. He was very tired when he got back, but Elizabeth shouted, “Fantastic, do it again!”

So the dragon jumped up and flew around the whole world in just twenty seconds. When he got back he was too tired to talk, and he lay down and went straight to sleep.

Elizabeth whispered, very softly, “Hey, dragon.” The dragon didn’t move at all. She lifted up the dragon’s ear and put her head right inside. She shouted as loud as she could, “Hey dragon!” The dragon was so tired he didn’t even move.

Elizabeth walked right over the dragon and opened the door to the cave. There was Prince Ronald. He looked at her and said, “Elizabeth, you are a mess! You smell like ashes, your hair is all tangled and you are wearing a dirty old paper bag. Come back when you are dressed like a real princess.”

“Ronald,” said Elizabeth, “your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very neat. You look like a real prince, but you are a bum.”

They didn’t get married after all.””

"This story is a success because it is real. There are no princes but there are a lot of bums, and you don’t want to marry one."

-Robert Munch 

this is very awesome :)

omg this is my favourite children’s book ever

This just ended up on my dash. This post has finally come full circle.

Omg, this was my favorite book as a kid!

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rockerchic93:

goldcumandrippedpants:

"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

He has a beautiful smile

binarysudoku

Hopelessness

binarysudoku:

To anyone feeling hopeless, alone or depressed,

To anyone who believes that they can’t overcome their problems,

Here is a number of sentences about my thoughts and views; don’t assume they’re going to help you, and don’t assume they’re not, they are based on my life and not yours. Given that I don’t know who you are based on the whole “blog published to 290 people many of whom i do not know” thing, I have no way of writing some magically tailored rant that will solve your problems.

I have been using the word problems and people often misunderstand the meaning of the word.

A “problem” is often taken to be an immutable “thing” that just sort of sits there and fucks you over, when in fact the definition of a problem is “a matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful and needing to be dealt with and overcome.”

So it’s much better to think of your problems more as annoying things that are in the way of you completing the game of life and becoming the ultimate ruler of the universe.

Also a number of words on failure: I am a failure. I am a proud failure. Chances are that if you have bothered reading this far, you are also a failure. But the thing about a person who fails is that they are still playing. Failing in life is exactly like failing in a game insofar as what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

At this point I imagine some people reading this are thinking “oh but what about cancer/sharks/being struck by lightning”, to which i say that you’ve misunderstood what I mean by “stronger”; when someone is diagnosed with cancer or a limb deficiency due to shark-related maulings, their body may have just been ravaged and possibly their mind too, but of course someone’s going to have a hard time if you ramp up the difficulty of the game they’re playing. You can’t take a beginner ice skater and dump them in the Olympics and assume they’ll get a medal, it doesn’t work like that. But the fact that they’re even still going means that they’re now operating at a baseline of still-going-and-not-stopping in a dramatically more difficult situation.

So think of it like someone going from consistent A’s at GCSE to suddenly getting 20% on third-year pharmacology papers in a university. Sure, their grade sucks, but think of it from a scaled perspective - if you take, say, Fictional Alex who is fine and happy without any issues and getting to school on time etc. Alex is doing well in life. Now let’s take Fictional Jay, and let’s give them no legs. Jay sometimes gets to school on time, which is pretty impressive given that Jay has no legs and is attempting to get from their home to an educational establishment with no legs.

Going back to problems, your problems aren’t problems - they’re really just challenges that take varying levels of munchkinnery to solve;

Depression? Take special drugs and do therapy, and eat lots of bananas or drink tea every morning. Maybe get a friend to kick you out of bed in the morning or rig your bed to tip you out when your alarm goes off.

Anxiety? Take special drugs and do therapy, and maybe press-gang a close friend into trying to make you rationally think about how maybe that person doesn’t hate you because they didn’t answer your text quickly.

No legs? Use your arms or get a wheelchair, maybe find someone hench who will carry you around and you can form a dynamic duo and fight crime together.

In any case, you are a failure and all that really means is that you’re failing.

If you’re failing, you clearly must be doing something, because you can’t fail if you’re not trying - that would just be called “not doing anything”.

If you’re trying, then that means that:

A. you’re one of those ridiculous main characters like the dude from Bleach who literally gets hacked to bits then gets up and somehow beats the bad guys just because he’s stubborn and because fuck them.

B. every time you try and fail, your brain thinks “right ok that went tits up, but how and why? and more importantly what can we fix next time?”

"What can we fix next time" is basically the easiest way to turn failure into an ingenious way of godmodding your ability to not suck.

This has been a miscellaneous rambling of 11pm thoughts, thank you and goodnight