You may think I’m small, but I have a universe in my head.Yoko Ono (via felicefawn)
What he totally fails to understand is that my passion—for ideas, for causes, for people—isn’t something to “like.” It isn’t something to put on a checklist of desirable human traits or something to brag about, affectionately and offhandedly, whenever I happen to come up in conversation. My passion for the things I care about is something to be respected, feared, and taken to heart, not something to be sugarcoated and dismissed as an endearing attempt at bravado. It’s easy enough for him to say that he likes hearing me rant and rave about the issues I care about. It would be another thing entirely for him to actually listen and feel the type of discomfort such ideas should warrant.
I need to find something to do to make me feel useful. I need to know that my contribution to society outweighs my consumption of resources. Otherwise, I see no harm in just disappearing.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.Robert Brault
I feel like myself again! In love with all the world and its possibilities and its challenges, trite as it sounds. I feel confident, as I did before, with just a smidge of cocky self-righteousness and the full force of my former enthusiasm. I feel like I can write again, really write, not just mimic emotions with overwrought vocabulary and weighted, abstract imagery. I am free and happy, happy again, able to laugh and crack jokes without a whit for who understands them but me. I am seeing the world through my own eyes, not a mirror, and it feels pure and organic and good.
Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid. — Frederick Buechner
My hair is now a twisting, snarled coil of curls. I wonder if Medusa ever felt venomously satisfied, knowing full well she could turn every man to stone.
believing in yourself is not a luxury. it is where the wildness enters your genius. it is wanton survival and burning indifference to what and who you are not supposed to be. it is the deepest revolution possible, the arc and heft of the universe in one strategic thought; vital to the weight and will of your whole health. without your belief, you are a wilting born, a folding off into the corner of a sky hot with loss.nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
I miss speaking to people. Even if we haven’t talked before, I’d love to meet you! Drop a line anytime, mm?