The Mighty Oak Tree

....was once a nut like me

…you look at me like an emergency.

—Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck (via observando)

humansofnewyork:

“She speaks more languages than anyone in the family. Because she plays with all the children in the street.” (Erbil, Iraq)

humansofnewyork:

“She speaks more languages than anyone in the family. Because she plays with all the children in the street.” (Erbil, Iraq)

I’ve always been a fat girl, I was a fat girl, I’m a fat woman. And my Dad saw me going out to a party once, and I was wearing hot pants, purple hot pants, really ill advised. And I was about to leave the house, and my dad saw me, so he called me in and asked me to sit down.

And I thought, “Euh, I’m going to get ‘The Talk’ now, the “get home early” talk.

But he said, “Okay, you’re wearing very short shorts”, and I said, “Yeah, that’s what you do”, like ‘you’re the fool’.

And he said: “Yeah, well, wearing those shorts the way you are is going to attract a lot of attention, from a lot of men.” So that slightly dumbfounded me. And then he said, “Listen, you deserve all of that attention, because you are a beautiful princess. You are the most beautiful girl at that party and you deserve that attention. But, because you are the most beautiful girl there, you must the choose the right boy. Do not give your attention to the wrong boy.

And never, never, think yourself other than absolutely fantastic.

So I went out that night feeling like a Queen, and I didn’t talk to any boys, because they didn’t deserve me.

—Dawn French (via jillbiden)

(Source: james-winston, via deadgrass)

Willow Smith

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d5nielle:

first i was like huh what willow smith

then i was like hUH WHAT WILLOW sMITH?!?!?!??

(Source: jeoel, via deadgrass)

But what was there to say?

Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

—Arundhati Roy (via observando)

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

—Katerina Stoykova Klemer (via observando)