“You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot.”—Hillary Clinton (via yesdarlingido)
“Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity. We cherish books even if unread, there mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance.”—A.E. Newton (via ablogwithaview)
“Sometimes when I’m discouraged about where I’m at and ungrateful for what I have, I wonder what my twelve-year-old self would say. I realize she’d think my life turned out really sweet. She’d be excited that I can eat ice cream whenever I want and have a movie marathon after midnight. She’d love that I can get on an airplane by myself. She’d be thrilled that I have my own car. She’d be proud that I’m not afraid of the dark and surprised that I’m not so shy. She’d be impressed by other things that I view as mediocre now. It may sound completely silly, but when I look at my life through the lens of my twelve-year-old self it looks pretty darn spectacular. How easily we cease to be impressed. I don’t want to lose that childlike wonder and magic. What would your twelve-year-old self say about you and your life now?”—Alla Drokina (via nonelikejesus)
“I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.”—Sufjan Stevens on kissing. (via onethousandtimesover)
“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”—All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via onethousandtimesover)
“It’s all right if we keep forgetting the way home.
It’s all right if we don’t remember when we were born.
It’s all right if we write the same poem over and over.”—Robert Bly, from Talking Into The Ear Of A Donkey (via illusionsvk)