“perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.”
—rainer maria rilke (via dreamhampton1)
April 2012
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“Remember one very important thing: Your ennui of twenty, is your ennui of twenty. You will have various other and complicated ennuis before you die. You will have various other and complicated ennuis before you die. I tell you this, who have been through the ennui of sixteen as well as the ennui of twenty; and the boredom, and the blaseness, and utter wretchedness of the ennui of twenty-five, and of thirty. And I yet live, am growing fat, am very happy, and laugh a large portion of my waking hours.”
—Become a Skilled Blacksmith | The Hairpin
“It seems to me that the best art is political and you ought to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.”
—Toni Morrison (via monamade)
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
—(via promptsrus)
“And I found that I can do it, if I choose to—I can stay awake and let the sorrows of the world tear me apart and then allow the joys to put me back together, different from before but whole once again.
—Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation” —here we collide
—Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation” —here we collide
“Feminism has fought no wars. It has killed no opponents. It has set up no concentration camps, starved no enemies, practiced no cruelties. Its battles have been for education, for the vote, for better working conditions.. for safety on the streets… for child care, for social welfare… for rape crisis centers, women’s refuges, reforms in the law. If someone says ‘Oh, I’m not a feminist,’ I ask ‘Why? What’s your problem?”
—Dale Splendor, 1985
(via genderacrossborders)
(via genderacrossborders)
“All the rest of the year, one’s (I daresay rightly) curbing and controlling this immeasurable soul. When it expands though one is frightened and bored and gloomy. It is as I say to myself, awfully queer. Yet there is an edge to it which I feel of great importance, once in a way. One goes down into the well and nothing protects one from the assault of truth. Down there I can’t write or read; I exist, however. I am.”
—Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 15 September 1926. (via violentwavesofemotion)
