"I can be miserable if I want to. You don’t need to try and make it go away. It shouldn’t go away. It’s just as sad as it ought to be and I’m not going to hide from what’s true just because it hurts."
Quote from the character Cee in her novel Home. So important. As her brother immediately thought consoling her would be telling her not to cry, she found the meaning within pain instead of performing happiness solely to comfort him. People need the space to feel whatever is true. It’s a good novel.
(Source: pinterest.com, via eibmorb)
"We do not need to reveal ourselves to others, but only to those we love. For then we are no longer revealing ourselves in order to seem but in order to give. There is much more strength in a man who reveals himself only when it is necessary. I have suffered from being alone, but because I have been able to keep my secret I have overcome the suffering of loneliness."
— Albert Camus - Notebooks (via yungdracula)
(Source: sisyphean-revolt, via aloofshahbanou)
HOW DO PEOPLE FALL ASLEEP SO FAST I DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO CREATE AND ACT OUT A WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE LENGTH STORY IN MY HEAD AND THEN CONTEMPLATE THE MEANING OF LIFE BEFORE I EVEN FEEL TIRED AND THIS BITCH STARTS SNORING IN TWO MINUTES
I used to “have” to do all that as well but then I figured out it was the thinking keeping me up
"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."
Steven J. Gould born on this day in 1941. Gould was an American Marxist paleontologist, writer, theorist of “punctuated equilibrium” evolution
This is critical.
I’m fucking tired of people controlling my feminism. I’m fucking tired of people telling me that my anger puts people off. Regardless of the fact that I like it. Regardless of the fact that my anger drives me to even get up the courage to work and live and thrive in this mans world. My anger is a little ball inside of me that is for me to control, for me to use for my purposes, and not for anyone else to comment on or try to minimize. I’m fucking tired of white women who don’t know shit but their goddamned easy middle class lives telling me that I can’t let strangers have so much control over me. Out here negating my experiences and telling my that my anger serves no purpose. My anger protects me from becoming you. And if that is all it ever did, I would still be an angry bitch. (Her words, not mine)