"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud…"
– Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via observando)
there’s literally no point in teaching girls to be body positive if you only use men’s opinions for validation like “boys like girls with curves” nah get that the fuck out of here
"Marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life."
– My mum (via zoe-mariaxo)
beauty, is character
Beauty is character.
It is the please, and the sorry,
before every young girls answer.
The uncertainty of belonging,
in every woman’s posture
as she stumbles down a dark street alone,
feeling like a criminal for going home.
It is the shrinking of the universe inside little girls,
who are told to leave the blue things alone,
that they are for her brother-
That pig tails are the answer,
and that boisterousness is a cancer,
“Go to the kitchen and be with your mother.”
“Don’t bother your father.”
“Don’t ask why,
“Ah-bah! Maame Akua!”
Beauty is character.
It is the afro coils in her hair,
the twirling of ballerinas.
the stolen practices at 12 in the morning,
pretending that you could be Michael Jordan
It is the moments before she hears her gender..
is told how much it defines her,
those moments when it doesn’t matter.
The seconds before she puts down the blue truck,
the moments she finds herself too high up a tree
with mud on her knees,
and dares to call the world she sees
It is the act of skipping down streets
with the music too loud,
they watch her with a frown—
"Who is that girl?"
There is no system to tame the wild in that girl-
she is beautiful.
she is regal-
an expanse, rolling out across a pavement street,
no ruler made can measure the beauty in her free.
No diet will shrink the size of that soul.
Beauty is character, not portion control.
#my writing #poem #woo enjoy
yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore
BALENCIAGA F/W 2013-14
#closet #oh lord
This show is forever dropping truth bombs.
White privilege is your history being taught as a core class and mine being taught as an elective.
please let them know.
white privilege is your history being taught as a core class, and mine being banned because it would promote "the overthrow of the U.S. government, foster racial resentment, and advocate ethnic solidarity."
"If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.
If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.
If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.
If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.
If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.
And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.
Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?"
– Dolly Alderton (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)