If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next, don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.
You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in…
- How To Be Good by Nick Hornby
I have this, but I haven’t read it. And guess what I’m going to do now?
(via justsaysomethingperfect)
For The Foxes
don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complainwho
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.juggling mates
and
attitudestheir
confusion is
constantand it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.beware of them:
one of their
key words is
“love.”and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
Godfor they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alonefor even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.I am a dog walking
backwardsI am a broken
banjoI am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, OhioI am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.Charles Bukowski
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there? … Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.
Patriarchy is not men. Patriarchy is a system in which both women and men participate. It privileges, inter alia, the interests of boys and men over the bodily integrity, autonomy, and dignity of girls and women. It is subtle, insidious, and never more dangerous than when women passionately deny that they themselves are engaging in it. This abnormal obsession with women’s faces and bodies has become so normal that we (I include myself at times—I absolutely fall for it still) have internalized patriarchy almost seamlessly. We are unable at times to identify ourselves as our own denigrating abusers, or as abusing other girls and women.








