Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are."
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via iamnamelessgem)
"… she no longer said “making love”; she said “having sex.” But it amounted to the same thing. You had sex, and love got made out of it whether you liked it or not. You woke up on a bed or more likely on a mattress, with an arm around you, and found yourself wondering what it might be like to keep on doing it."
Margaret Atwood, from “The Age of Lead,” Wilderness Tips (via lifeinpoetry)
“It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart.”
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.
“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for your own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing
From illustrator Simona Ciarolo, a sweet celebration of connection and inner softness in a culture that encourages hard individualism and prickly exteriors – or, what a baby cactus can teach us about empathy, free will, and the art of finding one’s tribe
and lovers go,
but your name
is a name that I
will always know."
Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 26 (via venula)