All Richard Silken Quotes Sound Like He Is My Fbi Agent Personally Watching Me Mentally Break Down And

Being born female is a specific experience and if you don’t respect that you don’t respect women.

Soraya Chemaly: The power of women’s anger

slope point, the southernmost tip on new zealand’s south island, is hit with such persistently violent southern antarctic winds that trees grow in the leeward direction. (click pic or link for credit x, x, x, x, x, x)

Jennifer Diehl, Everything and the Kitchen Sink, 2019, Oil

Whatever you describe to another person is also a revelation of who you are and who you think you are. You cannot describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.

James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

quotes i can’t stop thinking about

part three

“& ‘i’ came out. (i’m sorry, father. ‘i’ wasn’t my fault.)” - toi derricotte, speculations about “i”.

“and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. and you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. and your life is a long line of fine.” - gillian flynn, gone girl.

“i will kill you and eat you raw.” - madeline miller, the song of achilles.

“& how else to explain grief but as this mirror? this impossible joy that will not let you hold it.” - brenna twohy, draco malfoy looks into the mirror of the erased. 

“at parties i point to my body and say this is where love comes to die. welcome, come in, make yourself at home. everyone laughs, they think i’m joking.” - warsan shire, the house.

“nothing ever ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.” - kait rokowski.

“my english class had read macbeth in the fall, but only now was it starting to make sense why lady macbeth could never scrub the blood off her hands, why it was still there after she washed it away.” - donna tartt, the goldfinch.

“maybe i love you, maybe i’m just kinda bored. it is what it is till it ain’t anymore.” - kacey musgraves, it is what it is.

“maybe love shouldn’t.” - phil kaye & sarah kay, when love arrives.

“i want to be the only thing touching him. i want to be the only thing that ever touches him again. i will be envious of every shirt he ever wears, the cuffs of his coats, the trousers going soft with wear where they rub his inner thighs. every snowflake that ever falls upon his lips, every piece of bread upon his tongue. i want to breathe him, feel him fill up my chest until my ribs strain and i break open like ripe fruit beneath a paring knife. i would be raw. i would freckle and blister in the sun. i would teach my body to regrow my heart each time i gave it to him, over and over and over again. heart after heart after heart- every one of them his.” - mackenzi lee, the gentleman’s guide to getting lucky.

“‘coach still talks about her all the time,’ chris said. ‘he calls her the best that never was. why’d she quit running, do you know? i never understood that.’” - m.o walsh, my sunshine away.

“you keep calling yourself empty and you’re starting to believe it.” - neil hilborn, you can look.

“you hold an absence / at your center / as if it were a life.” - richard brostoff, grief.

“i awkwardly tell you i like your t-shirt. you say it’s just a grey t-shirt. you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun.” - shauna barbosa, gps.

“i’ve known nights so cold the body is unlikely to bleed.” - michael lee, the only worlds we know.

“i’m remembering our first date, how you told me you couldn’t imagine marrying anyone who wasn’t jewish and i told you, just as earnestly, as gently, that i couldn’t imagine getting through high school without killing myself. and you said well that gives us three years.” - eireann corrigan, she tries out for varsity recklessness and only makes jv.

“if i knew your pain, i would bear it.” - mahbod serajj, rooftops of tehran.

“it’s true. somewhere inside us we are all the ages we have ever been. we’re the three year old who got bit by the dog. we’re the six year old our mother lost track of at the mall. we’re the ten year old who get tickled till we wet our pants. we’re the thirteen year old shy kid with zits. we’re the sixteen year old no one asked to the prom, and so on. we walk around in the bodies of adults until someone presses the right button and summons up one of those kids.” - jonathan tropper, this is where i leave you.

“you used to say, on a good day i only break his heart once.” - shane koyczan, a good day.

Literally sometimes as a woman you just have to put your hair up and move heavy furniture around in an unconventional manner