Hey guys look at this cool quote I found while reading an article in creative writing:
“Emotions that are fused with an exercise of the intellect are most powerful of all.”
Ima just leave it here and let you guys think on it.
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Hey guys look at this cool quote I found while reading an article in creative writing:
“Emotions that are fused with an exercise of the intellect are most powerful of all.”
Ima just leave it here and let you guys think on it.
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All my lovers who didn’t love me back, Part 3
Life has been hard. But life has been great.
(via young-wildandfresh)
My heart is in a million pieces.
Today I saw you. And it wasn’t like before. Before is over, before cannot ever come back. We’re in the present now, where we pretend that “us” had never even existed.
A.M
(Poems of 2017)
“And this whole ‘pretty for a fat girl’ thing. I mean, what is that? Why can’t I just be pretty period?“
Holding Up The Universe, Jennifer Niven (via theboywhoreadsbooks)
she is the kind of girl every man loves
a bit
like see you on the weekend, buy you a drink
a bit
like i think you’re hot and want to take your clothes off
a bit
like i love talking to you because you make me feel so good
a bit
like you care so much and i love that so much
but not her
she’s a bit
not enough
never enough
Things you left behind:
me
I don’t think it ever occurred to me before how much and how often women are praised for displaying traits that basically render them invisible. When I really think about it, I realize the culprit is the language generally used to praise women. Especially mothers. “She sacrificed everything for her children… She never thought about herself… She gave up everything for us… She worked tirelessly to make sure we had what we needed. She stood in the shadows, she was the wind beneath our wings.” Greeting card companies are build on that idea. “Tell her how much all the little things she does all year long that seem to go unnoticed really mean to you.” With a $2.59 card. Mother’s Day is build on that idea. This is good, we’re told. It’s good how Mom diminishes and martyrs herself. The message is: mothers, you are such wonderful and good people because you make yourselves smaller, because you deny your own needs, because you toil tirelessly in the shadows and no one ever thanks or notices you… this all makes you AMAZING.
Year of Yes, Shonda Rhimes
Can we talk about how Shonda is just fearlessly laying down the truth and not censoring the awful truth? And before anyone stupid jumps in, Shonda is not saying Motherhood shouldn’t be praised, she’s saying we shouldn’t be praising women for erasing themselves.
(via bookphile)
the tale not taken
i of two minds split our errant thoughts and to follow frost and fire into we melt and i becomes we, to become i of knots and the stars in mine/our head connect strange dots were ever these all scatter words unfelt
( distract and lost briefly here stanza second in and have we must mention to outreaching hands hearts broke poem over with needle and pin to critique the famous we’re steadfast in sin but dear old robert used far, far too many ‘and’s )
sanity unvirgined from bifurcated soul these androids we/eye from dark salvage find down corridors black, from twisted, to hole the same we of void go that our demons extol and the pathway hence has been your odd and mine
these strange lines mazed for homage and assuage and inner sanctums these three times unraveled the abberent brain can be so mysterious a cage ours/mine escapes through these scrawls on the page and we all revel on the written road less traveled
It’s 3 a.m. in the city of lights - a city that never sleeps
And my thoughts are still with you…
I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
Edgar Allan Poe (via story-dj)
Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.
Vincent van Gogh (via truxth)