And that’s the trick, really— girlhood teaches us that all it takes is a small but beautiful offering and no one will notice you are already halfway gone.
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And that’s the trick, really— girlhood teaches us that all it takes is a small but beautiful offering and no one will notice you are already halfway gone.
— Desireé Dallagiacomo, from Sink
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“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.”
— Nikita Gill
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.
Toni Morrison
Don’t overthink yourself out of something good!
Akosua Dardaine Edwards | @fyp-psychology (via fyp-psychology)
What is a line break but hunger / with no mouth?
Claire Schwartz, from “Cross-Examination” published in Bennington Review (via lifeinpoetry)
To attain knowledge, add things everyday. To attain wisdom, remove things every day.
Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)
If one loves, one need not have an ideology of love.
Bruce Lee (via lazyyogi)
I am filled with a kind wildness
Anis Mojgani (via yearsofmagicalthinking)
Mark Rothko, views of The Rothko Chapel, Houston, TX which opened in 1971 after Rothko’s suicide in 1970
Ursula K. Le Guin
Plants!
I did not direct my life. I didn’t design it. I never made decisions. Things always came up and made them for me. That’s what life is.
B. F. Skinner (via fyp-psychology)
I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.
Hilary Clinton, New York Times (via yesdarlingido)
I persist. I’m climbing for my eyes. All anyone ever says is how the view is fucking worth it and I want to know. I want to sit above this all and look out.
Aly Pierce, “DW01: Converge/Hellchild ‘Deeper the Wound,” from The Deathwish Catalogue, Part One (via bostonpoetryslam)
Suddenly I realize / That if I stepped out of my body I would break / Into blossom.
James Wright, from Exile’s Home: The Poetry of James Wright; “A Blessing,” (via violentwavesofemotion)