Girl Power, Etc.

Sorry I'm not sorry.

[sundathe]

[wordsnquotes]

We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via wordsnquotes)

[justlyrics]

“Woman” by Kesha f/ The Dap-Kings Horns

[alliandiamo]

@simplybutfiercely

[alliandiamo]

you know what?

no

[jammespotter]

mood: a wealthy 18th century woman who needs to lie down for hours after anything remotely distressing happens

[wordsnquotes]

As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

James Joyce, Ulysses (via wordsnquotes)

[lightbones]

[theclassicsreader]

Looking at his face, it sometimes came to her that all women had been cursed from the cradle; all, in one fashion or another, being given the same cruel destiny, born to suffer the weight of men.

James Baldwin, Go Tell it on the Mountain (via theclassicsreader)

[theclassicsreader]

No such thing as innocent bystanding.

Seamus Heaney, from “Mycenae Outlook” (via theclassicsreader)

[simplybutfiercely]

Me: I don't have the energy for this

Someone: For what?

Me: *gestures vaguely*

[inkskinned]

Me: we might find the required activity annoying or unpleasant but it is vastly less unpleasant than the ramifications of failing to perform said activity my brain: we’re not gonna do it me: literally you are not understanding, failure to do this very small although annoying task will ruin us and -  my brain, slamming pots and pans together: WE ARE NOT GONNA DO IT

[wordsnquotes]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

Anne Lamont  (via thatkindofwoman)

[destinyrush]

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

[wordsnquotes]

There are poets who sing you to sleep and poets who ready you for war and I want to be both.

Ashe Vernon (via hopeful-melancholy)

[welcometoyouredoom]

[themotivationjournals]

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin, Temples   (via wordsnquotes)