#the secret life of bees

[goryhorroor]

reblog/or write in the tags some of the movies you watched in school/or your favorite (i'll be adding them to a letterboxd list) here: x

#some of the more obscure ones I kept off the poll #movies #the great gatsby #gandhi #dead poets society #schindler's list #hotel rwanda #lord of the flies #romeo and juliet #the secret life of bees #to kill a mockingbird #all the president’s men #troy

[where-our-stories-start]

Lilo & Stitch // Les Miserables // The Secret Life of Bees // Tarzan // Stranger Things // Disenchanted // Black Widow // Matilda // Sense8

#web weaving #found family #chosen family #lilo and stitch #les miserables #les mis #the secret life of bees #tarzan #strranger things #disenchanted #black widow #matilda #sense8

[mostlyghostie]

New lil’ commission

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#my art #artists on tumblr #books #booklr #bookstack #beloved #the secret life of bees #the midnight library

[julialundman]

“Sun” oil and gold leaf on board

#traditional illustration #artists on tumblr #painting #painting art #art #original art #oil painting #gold leaf #the secret life of bees

[simder-talia-blog]

Tonight’s double feature

#blog #non sims #films i like #fried green tomatoes #1991 #kathy bates #mary stewart masterson #mary-louise parker #jessica tandy #stan shaw #the secret life of bees #2008 #dakota fanning #jessica hudson #queen latifah #alicia keys #sophie okonedo #double feature night #love both of these so much #bee charmers #beautiful souls #love

[ahhvernin]

Back in middle school and high school, I had an English teacher Ms.C. She often said was I bad reader and my analyzing skills were bad and that my skills of interpreting stories and reading in between the lines were non existent. That the reasons why I liked certain books over others and certain characters were 'wrong' or 'not meant to be liked or supported' and that I just didn't understand the literature at all. I had her for over 3 years. Then one year, in high school, I had a different English teacher, Ms.T. We had an assignment to write an analysis report for one of the books we had read during the year. I went to her, feeling ashamed, and telling her that I did not feel like I could write a good report because the only idea I had couldn't possibly be a good one. She asked me what it was. I told her, I wanted to compare The Secret Life of Bees to Huckleberry Finn, and how the Secret Life of Bees had many comparable themes and that the story was a Huckleberry Finn-esque adventure but with a girl and woman protagonist. She asked me why I didn't think it would be a good analysis. And I told that I always did poorly on reports because I could not interpret stories or understand the author's message correctly or read in between the lines because English was my "second language" even though it was my primary language and that the stories took place in different time periods. And that I had read Huck Finn a year ago and didn't do well on the report because I "missed the themes". Ms. T said "I don't think any of my students have compared those two stories before. Now I'm curious. Why don't you write it. I think it would be interesting to see how you read the two novels. Go ahead and write it. If you need help just let me know." So I wrote it. I don't think I worked so hard on a book report. I don't really remember exactly what I wrote, but I remember filling my books with bookmarks, cutting out strips of lined paper with excerpts and gathering them together on the carpet, this was.. before CTRL+F was in my tool box and before the two books were in digital format. I really wanted to show the parallels and show how each kid left a town with an abusive father, ran away with an adult black companion who were their trusted adult figure, their friend, their parental figure and reservoir of wisdom. How their companionship would have been frowned upon during their time period but were integral to their growth as a kid. I remember reluctantly handing this chunky report in, I had exceeded the page count, I was telling myself that despite all that work and all the pages I had typed out and the cover that I had illustrated because I couldn't find good pictures online, that it wasn't going to get anything higher than a B or C because most of my English reports hovered around B or C in the past. I fretted over the few weeks it took to grade these papers. Then the day came to return the papers, and Ms. T had arranged it so each kid would get in line, find their paper and leave. I could not find my paper. My anxiety flew SKY HIGH even though she said "Perhaps she left in one of her folders. So I waited until everyone else got theirs thinking mine would turn up. It did not and then she called my name and she pulled my paper out from under her notebooks and handed it to me. Then gently and firmly said, "You did a great job. Some spelling and grammar issues, but otherwise it was a great analysis. Don't be afraid to discuss your favorite books or stories okay? Not everyone reads them the same way. Don't let anyone tell you that the way a book impacts you is wrong. Everyone has different life experiences and everyone has different need and wants, that means what they get from a story will be different from one person to the next. Don't be afraid of your next book report, okay? Because your reading skills and writing skills are just fine." I don't think I was ever so happy to see an A.

Because for the first time in English class, I felt like could understand the language and the literature. All because...someone accepted my thoughts and ideas, and didn't tell me I was wrong. Someone who told me that, I was free to apply my thoughts, experience and world knowledge to the things I read. And that growing up as a kid with two clashing cultures, was fine and that I didn't have to think exactly like everyone else around me and I didn't have to feel guilty or stupid for wanting to share my differing thoughts on a subject matter. And most importantly, that it was okay.... to just read to enjoy a book and not have to worry about having to reading it "right".

#English class #english teacher #books #stories #literary parallels #Huckleberry Finn #The Secret Life of Bees #teachers #great teachers #good teachers #bad teachers #English #book reports #literary analysis #acceptance #freedom #kindness #empathy #guilt #reading #literature #literacy #writing skills #writing #grammar

[optimistc-apathy]

Before anything else, I am a writer.

I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.

When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.

But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.

It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.

When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.

And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.

That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.

I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.

There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.

At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.

But fuck, I love it.

#my writing #that definition definitely isn't what Stockholm Syndrome actually means #nor is it really in the spirit of Stockholm Syndrome #but give me my creative license this is a post about being a writer okay #I'm gonna embellish some shit #this is what it means to be a writer #to me #writer #author #original writing #stream of consciousness #my love for writing #lemony snicket #RAISED me #I read all of those books #series of unfortunate events #absolutely ate with those #I read chasing redbird #Charlie and the chocolate factory #the witches #matilda #george's marvelous medicine #the outsiders #I did a book report on #life of pi #in fifth grade #(and understood the book) #would love to know what Mrs. Grimmer thought of that #the secret life of bees #absolutely fucking gas book

[moiraiinesedai]

Sophie Okonedo at The Secret Life of Bees screening in Washington (2008)

#isn’t she lovely? #isn’t she wonderful? #Sophie Okonedo #May Boatwright #The Secret Life of Bees #Sue Monk Kidd #Gina Prince-Bythewood

[adblrow]

Still haven’t found a move on whatever my last post was about. If anything there’s just more work to do now and I actually feel ready. I guess 10 months ago I couldn’t say that. What a weird was to look back. Well here’s to it! Peace, Love and slightly less drugs.

#save the bees #life #the secret life of bees #beekeeper #sometimes i get scared #understanding

[insanefrigidbitch]

current letterboxd top 4

#letterboxd #pitch perfect #the secret life of bees #girl interrupted #scott pilgrim #movies #favs #taste #all over the place #films

[vhsviolence]

The Secret Life of Bees (2009) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood

#i loved this book as a kid i didnt even know there was a movie ;_; #the secret life of bees #op

[twicedailyquotes]

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

Sue Monk Kidd The Secret Life of Bees

#quote #quotes #sue monk kidd #the secret life of bees #book quote

[meandmydog22]

My Favorite Books Right Now!

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Where the Crawdads Sing

The Secret Life Of Bees

Braiding Sweetgrass

Under a Dancing Star

My Brilliant Friend

On Earth Were Briefly Gorgeous

The Great Alone

Orbiting Jupiter

A Little Life

#books #reading #favoritebooks #a tree grows in brooklyn #where the crawdads sing #the secret life of bees #braiding sweetgrass #under a dancing star #my brilliant friend #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #ocean vuong #the great alone #orbiting jupiter #a little life

[soundssofwords]

The Secret Life of Bees / Sue Monk Kidd

#the secret life of bees #books #my art #collage #my stuff

[hesperidesfragrance]

Gucci Gorgeous Gardenia DUPE. 🤭

This smells like a bee had collected nectar from a gardenia flower and made honey with it. IT'S SO GOOD. 🍯 🐝 💐 And it's so versatile??? You could easily wear this on an outing, at school, or even on dates.

Miel Bébé by Le Monde Gourmand, released in 2018, is a honey scent with a citrus accord.

The notes of Mandarin orange, honey, praline, and sandalwood make this a really great summer fragrance (think: Gorgeous Gardenia), but the honey note is distinct enough for those with experienced noses to differentiate between the two. Despite the lack of floral notes listed, I also smell a floral accord, but it might just be added sweetness from the praline.

If you're looking for something for a fraction of the price, then this is the one for you. The only downside is that the lasting power is weaker, but can we normalize spraying multiple times per day?? 😤

x

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Lovefool by The Cardigans

#Miel Bébé #Le Monde Gourmand #Perfume #Fragrance #perfumeblog #summer #parfum #sotd #perfumecollection #aesthetic #honey #date night #lovefool #save the bees #i love bees #the secret life of bees #honey bees #bees

[ulrichgebert]

Lily hat versehentlich ihre Mutter getötet, als sie vier war und lebt bei ihrem unausgeglichem, alleinerziehendem Vater. 1964 flieht sie mit der schwarzen Haushaltshilfe, die von den ortsansässigen Rassisten in krasser Missachtung des neuen Civil Rights Act verprügelt wird und findet Unterschlupf bei den Boatwright-Schwestern, wo sie endlich einmal Glaube, Liebe, Hoffnung, Weisheit, Verständnis sowie nützliche Ratschläge zur Honigherstellung erfahren. Mit Verständnis wird nämlich alles besser! Haben wir wegen akutem, nicht gänzlich ungerechtfertigtem Rührseligkeits-Verdacht lange gemieden, jetzt aber, wieder einmal mit dem schönen “Vorbereitung fürs Musiktheater” - Vorwand, hat es uns (obwohl versinkend in einem Meer von Tränen) gut gefallen. Angesichts dessen, daß gleich beide Motormouth Maybelles aus den von uns bevorzugt verwendeten Hairspray-Fassungen mitspielen, drängt sich ein Musical ja auch total auf.

#The secret Life of Bees #Queen Latifah #Dakota Fanning #Jennifer Hudson #Sophie Okonedo #Alicia Keys #Paul Bettany #Film gesehen #Gina Prince-Bythewood