June 2013
“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”
—Cicero (via middecember)
“Why is crying so pleasurable? I feel clean, absolutely purged after it. As if I had a grief to get over with, some deep sorrow.”
—Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
May 2013
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I go to sleep
With your fingers brushing across my skin
And your eyes searching mine
You invade my dreams with your smiles and nothings
that you whisper in my sleeping ear
You murmur that I look innocent
and like I’m finally at peace
but what you don’t know
is that I’m at peace whenever I’m with you
“
Let’s count your scars
- I said
Why?
- She replied
Because then I can see
How many times you needed me.
And how many times
I wasn’t there.
“Half the world’s starving; the other half is trying to lose weight.”
—Roseanne Barr (via perfect)
April 2013
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“the first word I teach my daughter will be “no”
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
she wants
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
“no”
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
silent
she will not know the meaning of the word.” —The First Word I Teach My Daughter (via alonesomes)
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
she wants
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
“no”
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
silent
she will not know the meaning of the word.” —The First Word I Teach My Daughter (via alonesomes)
“She was one of those stars, a bright dot in blackness, without home, without a companion, in eternal cold and silence.”
—Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior (via petrichour)
“I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”
— Sylvia Plath (via friday-kids)
“He appreciated those who had a taste for indolence, liked daydreaming, welcomed the emotions sparked by listening to Mozart’s operas and could be thrown into hours of bittersweet thoughts after just one glimpse of a beautiful face in a crowded street.”
—Alain De Botton (via rainydaysandblankets)
