Sabina Lucie

***nights in white satin, never reaching the end.***

[theclassicsreader]

I’ve had the same editor since 1967. Many times he has said to me over the years or asked me, Why would you use a semicolon instead of a colon? And many times over the years I have said to him things like: I will never speak to you again. Forever. Goodbye. That is it. Thank you very much. And I leave. Then I read the piece and I think of his suggestions. I send him a telegram that says, OK, so you’re right. So what? Don’t ever mention this to me again. If you do, I will never speak to you again.

Maya Angelou, interviewed in The Art of Fiction No. 119   (via sonnywortzik)

[arabellesicardi]

‘I Have No Choice but to Keep Looking’

Five years after the tsunami that killed tens of thousands in Japan, a husband still searches the sea for his wife, joined by a father hoping to find his daughter.

God, this piece is so good, it is SO GOOD it is so good i could cry

[clementinevonradics]

I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee knocks me the fuck out.

Clementine von Radics (via versteur)

[nocaptainmatt-deactivated201702]

[nogreatillusion]

Bodies are unreliable narrators. Having a chronic illness has led me to see my body more as a nuisance, something I have to negotiate, so self-care for me is checking in and letting myself know that it’s ok, you don’t have to love it all the time. You can make yourself comfortable and do what you need to do to make yourself feel more content with what you have.

Arabelle Sicardi (via nogreatillusion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

For a suicidal person like Anne Sexton to have survived to the age of forty-five, seems to me an achievement, a triumph. Virginia Woolf, living to the age of fifty-nine, is even more extraordinary. Suicides are always judged as if they were admissions of defeat, but one can take the viewpoint that their having lived as long as they did is an accomplishment of a kind. Knowing herself suicidal as a very young girl, Virginia Woolf resisted—made heroic attempts to attach herself to the exterior world—as did Anne Sexton—as do we all. Why not concentrate on the successes, the small and large joys of these lives, the genuine artistic accomplishments? After all, anyone and everyone dies; the exact way can’t be very important.

Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry 

(via gloomo)

[faundlie]

The most poignant sign I saw during the Columbus protests today.

[frankiehalliday]

[iuliolus]

[lasmaracuyas]

[rubyetc]

Do you have bipolar?

[unconventiona1]

[femmerun]

[guerrillamamamedicine]

If you’re poor, the only way you’re likely to injure someone is the old traditional way: artisanal violence, we could call it – by hands, by knife, by club, or maybe modern hands-on violence, by gun or by car. But if you’re tremendously wealthy, you can practice industrial-scale violence without any manual labor on your own part. You can, say, build a sweatshop factory that will collapse in Bangladesh and kill more people than any hands-on mass murderer ever did, or you can calculate risk and benefit about putting poisons or unsafe machines into the world, as manufacturers do every day. If you’re the leader of a country, you can declare war and kill by the hundreds of thousands or millions. And the nuclear superpowers – the US and Russia – still hold the option of destroying quite a lot of life on Earth. So do the carbon barons. But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

Let’s Call Climate Change What It Really Is—Violence | Alternet (via guerrillamamamedicine)

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

 But when we talk about violence, we almost always talk about violence from below, not above.

(via tonidorsay)

It is not climate change, it is climate violence.

(via

ghostofcommunism

)

[arabellesicardi]

Find Your Beach by Zadie Smith

The pursuit of happiness has always seemed to me a somewhat heavy American burden, but in Manhattan it is conceived as a peculiar form of duty. In an exercise class recently the instructor shouted at me, at all of us: “Don’t let your mind set limits that aren’t really there.” You’ll find this attitude all over the island.

Always worth a re-read.

[munforfun-blog-blog]

[rubyetc]

I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff. 

[apriljanee5]

These are so accurate

[psych2go]

Interesting! Just thought I’d share!