“The myth of the slut is used to control women so they will sit down, shut up and keep their legs closed. As for men, they are seen as sexually promiscuous by nature.”—The Myth of the Slut (via feministdykeslut)
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”—Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via light-essence)
Just recently, I took up Bikram yoga, where, for 90 minutes you stand in and overheated room and do a series of fast and taxing postures until the sweat pours from your body. As I attempted my first class, I thought of all the other exercise regimes I had set myself over the years – aerobics, swimming, Pilates, running – and how each time I had imagined myself excelling at them until I was top of the class, and how each time that hadn’t quite proved to be the case. But as I stood in Tree Pose, I quietened that critical un-yogic voice, and accepted that it’s not always about succeeding, winning, being the best. Often these thing are worth doing just for pure pleasure of doing them. And because you promised yourself you would. So drive across America if that’s what you really want to do. Learn Italian. Direct a short movie. But whatever you choose, and however long you stick at it, remember that the biggest challenge of all is to ignore that doubting voice that tells you that you can’t – and to enjoy the adventure.
“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”—Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via estincelle)
“All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense.”—Russell Brand on addiction, following the death of Amy Winehouse (via quote-book)
“i wish for a kindred soul to spend countless nights with, overlooking the ocean waters and sipping tea, tangling restless fingers and never ceasing the showing of teeth. a lover, a friend, a soulmate. a bright face among withered ones, a soul that treads beside mine on dreamscapes, someone whose body can hardly encompass their undying breathtaking passion. enlightened souls. a creature i will never tire of, one who will never cease to amaze me.”
“I wish we could spend July be the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses. We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.”—Zelda Fitzgerald (via modernhepburn)