tilting at windmills

[driflloon]

aviv schneider

[morelifealways-deactivated20240]

@yassmines u 

[yassmines]

Bye omggg I wish

[the-devil-wears-zara]

[thunderstruck9]

Dasha Shishkin (Russian, b. 1977), I Don’t Want Any Problems, None What So Ever, 2007. Pastel and acrylic on canvas, 53 x 72 in.

[purplebuddhaproject]

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Margaret Atwood 

[summerrequiem]

sweet little thing I wrote in 2012 for a college app prompt: “tell us some things about yourself that we would not know by looking at your application”

I am 5’4” and many people joke that I look 14 years old. The other day while playing floor hockey in gym class, I was having a one-on-one battle for the ball when my male opponent looked up and realized I was a skinny girl. He stepped back and muttered “oh, I’m sorry.” I replied “It’s alright” and whacked the ball to the goal.

         I am small but I pack a big bite. In fifth and sixth grades I could do more pull-ups than any boy or girl in my class. I terrified my mother by climbing up five stories in our pine tree, where I spent hours watching cars drive by and the streetlights change two blocks over. When I played soccer (from kindergarten to eighth grade), my middle school coach called me the “Energizer Bunny” and “Greyhound.” I often played straight through the entire game and once scored a goal all the way from the half line.

           This drive I’ve had since birth has only grown within me. I believe one must always be hungry for knowledge and change. I seek to prove people wrong, to grow inwardly, to shatter gender stereotypes and to find a place for myself in a bustling world. Do you ever shock yourself, realizing that you are this supercharged mass of carbon and matter surging with the power and potential to create your own life? I do, every day.

[summerrequiem]

[marxistbarbie-deactivated202109]

do you ever sit and think about your female ancestors and like how many of them endured forced marriages, sexual abuse, physical violence and complete deprivation of education and autonomy and suffered silently for literally centuries. going through pregnancies and child birth without modern medicine, having multiple children and watching most of them die before the age of five because that was just the way of life back then? and ultimately you are a product of their pain? i think about them a lot and then i think about how many women continue to share their reality in this current year 

[the60sbazaar]

Francoise Hardy

[saintlaurentgirl-deactivated201]

Loewe Past, Present, Future

[summerrequiem]

thinking abt Doc Martens

[summerrequiem]

Dream of the Shepherd (1896), Ferdinand Hodler

[glintglimmergleam]

being openly #unimpressed by men is some of the most fun you can have for free.  they don’t know what to do when you won’t let them have the power!  

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

If you are not the free person you want to be you must find a place to tell the truth about that. To tell how things go for you. Candor is like a skein being produced inside the belly day after day, it has to get itself woven out somewhere. You could whisper down a well. You could write a letter and keep it in a drawer. You could inscribe a curse on a ribbon of lead and bury it in the ground to lie unread for thousands of years. The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself. Consider a person standing alone in a room. The house is silent. She is looking down at a piece of paper. Nothing else exists. All her veins go down into this paper. She takes her pen and writes on it some marks no one else will ever see, she bestows on it a kind of surplus, she tops it off with a gesture as private and accurate as her own name.

Anne Carson, from section “Could 1” of “Candor,” BOMB Magazine (no. 116, Summer 2011)

[dragonfruitjelly]

[summerrequiem]

Fei Fei Sun for Models One

[jinxproof]

[fy-zoeisabella]