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Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.
Maya Angelou (via de-licacy)
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Epiphany
(via
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Reminder.
(via strivingking)
There are still times when I miss the friendship connection I had with you. You and I used to spend hours talking about life. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately... Back then I wasn’t happy in myself, a part of me was missing, but with you it didn’t matter. I’m not sure if that’s because we were high, or because you got me like no one else did. I do miss you but I don’t miss who I was when I was with you. I’m not sure what that means. I know I was changing, but so were you. We’ve grown apart and it sucks because I know I would still do anything for you but I can’t say that same for you. Would you even look twice if you saw me? We always said that we would be us forever and I never thought it would end the way it did. I’m still thinking of you and I hope you’re doing well.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
Marc Hack (via tat-art)
No one is you and that is your power.
Dave Grohl (via moaka)
What if, instead of teaching women that they have to raise their hands to speak at meetings, we taught men to be more reflective and circumspect; instead of telling women to tamp down their emotions at the office, a man was told that he didn’t appear committed enough to the job because he’s never shed tears over it; instead of pushing women to take public credit for their work, we publicly admonish men who don’t properly acknowledge others’ contributions? I was just invited to a seminar on public speaking skills for women — where’s the class on listening skills for men?
Leveling both sides of the playing field — Medium (via yvi)
Anti-sex work feminist have done such a good job convincing the public that sex work is rape, it becomes hard for people to understand that taking on a job in sex work doesn’t mean signing up for abuse. Insisting that sex work is violence normalizes violence when it does happen. It also makes it incredibly hard for sex workers to disclose when they do experience violence.
Heather Berg (Yes, Sex Workers Can Also Be Victims of Rape)
Nature Photography
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.
e.e. cummings (via observando)
cat for megan july 24 / 2015
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