Don’t ever let anybody tell you you can’t. My mum and dad never wanted me to be an actress. They didn’t want me to be in acting at all. In fact, I remember telling them I wanted to go to college for theatre and my mum cried and said, “There’s no way,” and my dad sat me down very calmly one day and he said, “Why don’t you just go into broadcasting, and you can be a journalist. That’s acting, you’re reading your lines,” and I was like, “No dad, it’s not. That’s so sweet of you, but it’s not.” I had to overcome many things, many people telling me no. If you want it, and you believe in it, you have to do it. And I know it’s silly, and I know I’m kind of irrationally optimistic, but you have to be and you can’t really have another plan, because you’re going to fall back on it.
I’ve been in this relationship for three years. We met right at the start of the summer after high school and about a week after we met we were officially a couple.
I’ve never done college mixers or society parties or gone to clubs expecting to ~meet people. Literally for my entire adult life I’ve been in a relationship. Which has been good in a way because I’ve always had this person to hang out with and watch all my shows with (except Doctor Who because he thinks it’s silly) and get home drunk with and talk to at parties and come home with and watch Guy Fieri at 2am and try and replicate the stuff they make on Diners, Drive Ins and Dives and spend lazy Sundays watching Come Dine With Me and cook elaborate and ridiculous dishes and listen to music and cuddle. Lots of cuddling. But it also means I feel like I don’t know how to do all that stuff on my own. I mean the last time I was single I was in fucking high school.
All it meant back then was I stayed home and roleplayed and made graphics and occasionally got my mom to take me and my friend to the movies. I feel like 2014 me is not keen to do single on 2011 me’s terms.
I’ve made plans to go out with two rad chicks this week and I’m really going to try and do things. I’m gonna go on dates with girls, with boys, I’m gonna make new friends and build on my existing relationships. I’m gonna buy new clothes and cut my hair.
What this all boils down to is I’m taking a tumblr hiatus. I am going to be around on CA, possibly FSS, maybe COSL. But I just saw a gifset of Jenna Coleman crying and it fucking broke me and led to this rant. I am really sad and I think the healthy coping mechanism for this sadness is movies and dinners and hikes and the fucking gym and happy hours and shopping and shit. I don’t think it’s healthy for me to bury myself in the online world at this time. Because it’s super tempting to do that thing where I get my body clock on EST to be online with all my online besties and I don’t think that’s right for me.
I’ll be back of course. I love you all. I just need to work out who I am when I’m not with Liam. How I go to parties when I’m not invited as “Liam and Natasha”. And when I know those things I’ll return.
Till then send him fucking anon hate if you like (lol no don’t…. Unless you want to) and stay safe and come CA with me.
http://1yossarian1.tumblr.com > for the anon hate ya feel. (;
Peter Capaldi on the set of Doctor Who (June 19, 2014)
♕Ottoman Woman: Mahidevran Sultan (1498 - 1581)
Mahidevran was last concubine, whose career depended on her son’s career, but in the fight with another concubine - Hürrem, she lose.
Slave-concubine Albanian or Circassian origin, she appeared in Manisa among 17 women listed in the registry of the palace harem in Manisa. After the birth of Mustafa in 1515 she increased her status in palace. In 1521, Sultan Suleiman lost 9 year-old son Mahmoud and baby Murad (about 2 years). Mustafa was the eldest of all the heirs. In the same year born a Hürrem`s son - Mehmed.
According to Ambassador Pietro Bragadina: son Mustafa was the only joy for the mother, who lives with him in the palace in Istanbul in the early years of the reign of the sultan, his father. Mustafa was popular with the Janissaries. When he was 9 years (1524), the Venetian ambassador wrote that it shows significant progress in military affairs and Janissaries love him.Mustafa was sent in 1533 as the Governor in Manisa, where he showed himself a just ruler no less than his father. Mother accompanied him.During their stay in Diyarbakir, near the Safavids`s border in 1540, Bassano wrote that the mother is taking all measures to his vassals loved Mustafa.
After Manisa, Mustafa in 1542 transferred the Governor in Amasya.
Ambassador Bernardo Navazhero wrote in 1553 about the efforts Mahidevran about protect her son, she was taking all measures to avoid being poisoned every day and asked him to be careful. Son is very respected his mother.In 1553 Navazhero wrote about Janissaries`s love, their desire to see the 38-year-old Şehzade on the throne. But despite this, in 1553, Mustafa was executed for treason, in which he was accused. Until now, no evidence of his infidelity nor her refutation.Trevisano in 1554 wrote that Mahidevran sent a warning letter for son about Sultan’s plans to execute him. But Mustafa ignored her. He stubbornly refused to listen to his mother and friends.Until the end of her son’s life Mahidevran Sultan tried to protect her son from his rivals, she have network of spies for this.
In connection with the murder of Mustafa in 1553, Mahidevran along with ten her people been sent in Bursa. Because Kanuni Sultan Suleyman did not provide the necessary financial support, where she lived a very hard life for about ten years. She could not even pay for the house. As a result, she went to pay homage to the Sultan. The debt was paid, and was allocated a salary.Selim also helped Mahidevran Kadin, what was found confirmation in some written documents. Finally, in 1564 was bought a house (120,000 akche) in Gisare and thus Mahidevran Kadin got rid of the need to live in rented houses.Finally, she strengthened her financial position, Mahidevran had enough to make a donation for the care over the tomb of her son. The mausoleum was built by Mustafa`s brother - Selim. After her death in 1581, Mahidevran Sultan was buried in mausoleum of Mustafa.
The greatest lesson I’ve ever learned is that happiness comes from yourself, first and foremost. It’s not someone else’s responsibility to make you happy; it’s on you to be your most fulfilled self.