But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via oduhn)
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via libranta)
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But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman.
—Albert Camus (via jaimelannister)
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Fucks-Giving
I find the world so beautiful, so fucked up, sometimes i’m not sure I can handle all the truths it holds; I will probably always feel this way. Still, I shan’t shy away, I shan’t shut my feelings off, or believe the nonsensical, just to get by; i’ll be the best I can be, and seek solace, not in that being the best, but in that being my best. Humanity is so damn shameful, and if I care, well then, that’s more than I can say for a majority of us folks, aint it? To exist, I don’t need to be perfect, I just need to give a fuck, and act accordingly.
We can tell our children that school is important until we’re blue in the face, they’re not stupid. They see the loudest applause is for the kids on the field. They know teachers are paid poorly and don’t drive fancy cars. They know people plan Super Bowl parties but mock the National Spelling Bee. In other words, they see the hypocrisy, and we can’t expect society to correct itself. If we want to have any lasting influence on the way our kids approach education — the way future generations approach education — then we have to grab our pom-poms and paint our faces and celebrate intellectual curiosity with the same vigor we do their athletic achievements.
There is one reason (and one reason only) that I need to see my former manager, who’s über-republican, makes lamb chops for dinner most nights, and moves like a black bear; she tells me I’m too skinny every time she sees me ;)
Today I went for a run, grabbed a mason jar of fresh juice out of the fridge, walked next door, made gelato, brewed coffee, etc, all day, came home brewed some Chemex blue bottle coffee with raw honey and organic cream, ate a scramble with my bird stealing pieces of zucchini out of my chopsticks. Then, for the next shift, I made the long treck downstairs to unpack incense and yoga figurines all evening. Post-shift, I walked a block over for a smoothie, and now it’s Netflix and GAPS preparation reading for this girl. I like days like these.
My bird will not cease to make kissing noises at me, as I watch “Tiny Furniture.”
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This is fantastic
One of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.
Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.
you know what i really like about this, is that it shuts the “it’s not offensive, it just means [alternate definition]” crowd right the fuck down. good.
language matters.
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
—Sylvia Plath (via terminalcynic)
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Happy Birthday, Audrey. 💕 #myidol #audreyhepburn #birthday #love #fashion #icon
