May 2013
nudityandnerdery:
Is That Your Queue, Or Is Your Sleep Schedule As Bad As Mine? , a manifesto written by me.
“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to...”
– Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via svalia)
Tumblr Code.
sirentbabbles:
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
Oh, this is going to be so...
Broken Lines
alexandersattler:
I want to kiss you
Where you were broken
I want to hold you
When you are breaking
I want to love you
How a broken man should
“Our greatest want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via theriverjordyn)
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lucidliving:
unvivid:
it’s weird how body parts are considered sacred and secret when you can just take someone’s clothes off and see them, whereas someone’s personality or sense of humour or opinions and mind are all literally invisible, like there’s no way to see what someone’s mind is like without their consent. why don’t we glorify minds more than bodies, aren’t they more sacred and...
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes...
blueeyes-auburnhair asked: Hey! are you still awake too?
"Yes" doesn't always mean "yes" when you haven't...
ladysourpuss:
veeisagenderneutralname:
I feel like this should be obvious. But every time I see someone say “yes means yes; no means no” I cringe a little. Consent isn’t always that simple.
exactly
“Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via samsaranmusing)
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“Say you’re walking down the sidewalk on a beautiful day. Someone who has...”
– Excerpt via Beauty Redefined ”To BE or to be LOOKED at?” (via fitvillains)
Good Gawd, THIS.
I’m working to re-define my thinking about myself and walk in the glorious space of not being an object for other people’s visual consumption and the freedom it brings.
And reminding people of that fact...
