Are You There God? It's Me- Margaret.

Not a Jesus Freak- just a Judy Blume enthusiast.
jessthevagabond:

aryeastark:

Emma Watson’s tweet about leaked pictures x

I was watching news with my mom about this whole thing and she started on with the whole “why are they taking naked pictures” thing and I stopped her and said “wait, isn’t the real thing here why is everyone blaming the victim? whatever you feel about naked photos, no one should be hacked into and their privacy violated.”
…and then she got quiet. 

jessthevagabond:

aryeastark:

Emma Watson’s tweet about leaked pictures x

I was watching news with my mom about this whole thing and she started on with the whole “why are they taking naked pictures” thing and I stopped her and said “wait, isn’t the real thing here why is everyone blaming the victim? whatever you feel about naked photos, no one should be hacked into and their privacy violated.”

…and then she got quiet. 

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If parallel lines do not meet it is not because meet they cannot, but because they have other things to do.

Vladimir Nabokov, on Nikolai Gogol’s “four-dimensional” prose.

Quoted in Chloe Aridjis, “Ideal Syllabus”, Frieze, No. 156, 2013. 
Also found in Gavriel Shapiro (Ed.), Nabokov at Cornell, 2003.


via Frieze Magazine and Google Books

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I am not the first person you loved.

You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.

We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.

Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.

I think that has to be part of its miracle.

This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:

Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via sagaciousefflundancy)

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I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.

velociraptorburger:

…this is a woman who has built her identity on her looks, and on what she’s been told to do. So what you’re getting is someone who married this man, and he gave her everything, and she did what she was told, and she is basing her self-esteem on her looks, and that’s very, very rocky ground… Betty’s life is a performance. She’s acting all the time. And she doesn’t know how not to do that.  -  Matthew Weiner discussing Betty Draper

Fucking perfection.

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