I made this blog because I'm a lover of words, ideas, and literature. When I find something that moves me, even slightly, it can turn over in my mind for days on end. And words inspire me to inspire others. Everything I love has to do with words. My favorite books, movies, music. Literature is one of the biggest parts of my life, and I intend to keep it that way.
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
—Angela Carter (via misswallflower)
Don’t write yourself
in between worlds,
rise up against
multiple meanings,
trust the trail of tears
and learn to live.
—Paul Celan (via blacksheepboy-)
(via writtenwren)
I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.
—Michelle Williams (via forgot-forgotten)
(Source: donnalouisewilkins, via ravenclawortardisblue)
I remember when I was doing Rent and I was too thin, and I was doing that on purpose because I’m dying, I’m a HIV+ drug addict. I remember having to eat raw food and doing all this work to make sure I could stay thin… And I remember everyone asking me when I was doing press for the movie, “what did you do to get so thin? You looked great!” and I’m like, “I looked emaciated.”
It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and how we expect them to look and be, for… what’s sake? Not health, not survival, not enjoyment of life, but just so that you can look ‘pretty’.
I’m constantly telling girls all the time, “everything’s airbrushed, everything’s retouched, to the point of just that it’s never even asked, and none of us look like that.”
—Rosario Dawson
On a side note you can’t love without risk. Sometimes love is a terrible idea, except that it’s not an idea. Sometimes love leaves suddenly and it’s as if you were lying to the other person all this time, or they were lying to you. Sometimes you love someone and they don’t love you back the way you want to be loved back and you think if they’ll just hear your case, if you present the evidence before them as if in a court of law, they will concede to your argument and love you the way you love them, forever even, and then you both get to be happy. But that’s not how it works. You jump from the plane and hope your parachute opens. The other person is that parachute. If you can, jump over water, and from not too great a height. But what am I saying here? As if you had a choice; as if love was a conscious decision. As if, “But it will never work” was some kind of valid argument. I was just thinking about a girl I liked and so I thought I’d say that. I’m stupid with my affection.
—Steven Elliot, The Daily Rumpus (via poorlywrittenhistory)
(via 52hearts)
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make a life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a person humanized or dehumanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.
—Goethe (via nathanielstuart)
(via mistressofthelabyrinth)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
