"They were afraid of your authentic love, because authentic love is beyond their control.You are possessed by it. You are not the possessor, you are the possessed. And every society wants you to be in control. The society is afraid of your wild nature, it is afraid of your naturalness, so from the very beginning it starts cutting your wings. And the most basic thing which is dangerous in you is the possibility of love, because if you are possessed by love you can go even against the whole world."

Osho  (via yoforbes)


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"Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur."

Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

I follow Margaret Atwood on twitter because she interacts with really funny nature accounts (she’ll rt something like @DucksIncorporated or @Birdwatchersunited and the tweet will be like, “The beautiful spring feathers of the meadowlark.”) Anyway. It’s easy to forget that she’s also a very dank writer.

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You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman.

This line, oof.

Been spending a lot of time lately trying to untangle how a lifetime of patriarchy has fucked up my own sexual agency. Nothing like getting derailed inside your own head by worries of how you look in the moment, whether you measure up to some external standard…

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I want:


Cheez-its. A whole box of them, just for me. A microwave again. A microwave? A microwave. Also, a toaster. To not be allergic to chicken anymore. Or tomatoes. Or oats, or shrimp, or crab. I want my throat to not be itchy, my tongue not to swell, my teeth to stop grinding against each other until…

"Its face was like the face she had seen in some medieval paintings where the martyr’s limbs are being sawed off and his expression says he is being deprived of nothing essential."

Flannery O’Connor, The Violent Bear It Away  

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Do me a favor okay?
Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.

You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.

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"Other people are not medicine."

It took me 9 years to figure that out (via bl-ossomed)

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"She wrote “Happiness doesn’t always make you feel happy, and a heightened awareness of my failings, though salutary, wasn’t bringing me happiness in the short term – but in the long term, I was sure, I’d be happier as a consequence of behaving better.”
She was comforted by the words of Benjamin Franklin:
“On the whole, though I never arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it, yet as I was, by the endeavour, a better and happier man than I otherwise should have been had I not attempted it.”"

The Happiness Project


It’s funny, how when women are ugly they are mocked for it, but when women perfect the art of makeup, skin, nails and beauty they are mocked for that too. It’s almost like if you’re a woman you’re mocked no matter what you do. Me? I sell makeup. I sell confidence. I sell gorgeous door to door.

They say Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel with paintbrushes no bigger than his finger, but could he paint a masterpiece on his face, at seven in the morning, with his daughter pulling on his skirt, and his husband hollering about how breakfast is late, and only 20 minutes to get everyone off to school? It’s funny, how when men create beauty it’s a masterpiece and when a woman creates beauty it’s just what she’s supposed to be

Me? I sell new beginnings. I sell a blank canvas, and your own brushes, and your own paint. I sell the chance to be your own greatest creation.


Letter from Mary Kay, by Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

Kelly Schirmann, from Activity Book

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Most adult children of toxic parents grow up feeling tremendous confusion about what love means and how it’s supposed to feel. Their parents did extremely unloving things to them in the name of love. They came to understand love as something chaotic, dramatic, confusing, and often painful—something they had to give up their own dreams and desires for. Obviously, that’s not what love is all about.

Loving behavior doesn’t grind you down, keep you off balance, or create feelings of self-hatred. Love doesn’t hurt, it feels good. Loving behavior nourishes your emotional well-being. When someone is being loving to you, you feel accepted, cared for, valued, and respected. Genuine love creates feelings of warmth, pleasure, safety, stability, and inner peace.


Susan Forward, Toxic Parents, p381

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"I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Connect with people. Learn new things. Grow."

Kid Cudi (via luminiou-s)

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Jenny Holzer, Survival Series, 1983-85

Jenny Holzer, Survival Series1983-85

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"Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not."


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"Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant."

Maya Angelou

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"Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?"

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce 

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