“I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”—Warsan Shire (via robynlouis)
“I don’t do well with weakness. I hate that I can be insecure, because insecurity is for lesser women. I am supposed to be a lioness. And these emotions make me feel small. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s feeling small.”—From my journal. (via robynlouis)
We live in a world where it’s more acceptable to dislike yourself and openly say “I am ugly” rather than actually appreciate yourself and openly say “I am attractive” because how dare you feel good in your skin and say it out loud, what an awful human being you are, you can’t walk around thinking you’re good, you piece of shit.
“You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”—Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via g-aesthetic)
Tip for modern adulterers: If you’re planning to cheat on your wife of 10 years by awkwardly hitting on the model seated next to you on your flight out of Los Angeles, make sure she isn’t live-tweeting the entire miserable experience to her 13,000 followers;
it doesn’t mean that much to you to mean that much to me you made that clear but it don’t change the way i feel you leave the deepest scars, why must it be so hard to love someone like you. your silence is violence, it’s killing me. you’re killing me.
“I find that if I am thinking too much of my own problems and the fact that at times things are not just like I want them to be, I do not make any progress at all. But if I look around and see what I can do, and then I do it, I move on.” Youth, and indeed life itself, flashes by in the blink of an eye. That is why it is important for you young people to ask yourselves what you can do for those who are suffering, what you can do to resolve the contradictions that plague society and to boldly take on these great challenges.”—
ROSA PARKS WROTE IN HER BOOK Quiet Strength
(via Esho Funi)
Because it is truth. Because Rosa Parks was a woman of quiet strength. Because she did.