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Personal random madness of mine. Whatever whatever whatever. I love fooling around.
God is always full of surprises. His plan is wayyyyy too great. Who would have thought i would meet Jo in campus and told him questions which answers i have been searching.
"Don’t tell thin women to eat a cheeseburger. Don’t tell fat women to put down the fork. Don’t tell underweight men to bulk up. Don’t tell women with facial hair to wax, don’t tell uncircumcised men they’re gross, don’t tell muscular women to go easy on the dead-lift, don’t tell dark-skinned women to bleach their vaginas, don’t tell black women to relax their hair, don’t tell flat-chested women to get breast implants, don’t tell “apple-shaped” women what’s “flattering,” don’t tell mothers to hide their stretch marks, and don’t tell people whose toes you don’t approve of not to wear flip-flops. And so on, etc, etc, in every iteration until the mountains crumble to the sea. Basically, just go ahead and CEASE telling other human beings what they “should” and “shouldn’t” do with their bodies unless a) you are their doctor, or b) SOMEBODY GODDAMN ASKED YOU."
— Lindy West, Thin Women: I’ve Got Your Back. Could You Get Mine? (via xedgebabe
(Source: all-about-male-privilege, via nahnotmylove)
17 Nov 2013
10 Nov 2013
"If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets."
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via misjudgments
(Source: gold-ribbons, via misjudgments)
5 Nov 2013
Tuesday: sweating, crying
It is so much hard when you’re not around. To whom do I tell my story? Who will comfort me when all my friends see nothing but my invisibility? I need to see you literally, not just virtually.
With you beside me, I feel like I have a purpose in life. When you’re not around, I Iost grip of reality.
You know what I really am, what lies beneath my silence, what my words mean.
Seeing you strengthens me to go through my day. You walk in front, but I know you will not leave me.
I never know living alone will be this hard, Mom. What to eat, when to clean; my energy is drained.
I know you will not read this, Mom. Sorry for not letting you play twitter, let alone tumblr.
You girl is growing up. When I come back home, I hope I will see your proud smile.
Don’t worry. I will be okay.