Her Tumblr Is So Her Soul.

ewatsondaily:

For the record, feminism by definition is: “The belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. It is the theory of the political, economic and social equality of the sexes.”

Keep things at arm’s length. If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.
Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades (via simply-quotes)
huffingtonpost:

10 Things To Say Next Time Someone Asks ‘Why Aren’t You Married Yet?’
Recently, TIME Magazine ecstatically broke the “news” that women over 30 are still totally “dateable.” But here’s another newsflash: not all single women (over 30 or not) are desperately looking for a date, much less a for-life mate.
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huffingtonpost:

10 Things To Say Next Time Someone Asks ‘Why Aren’t You Married Yet?’

Recently, TIME Magazine ecstatically broke the “news” that women over 30 are still totally “dateable.” But here’s another newsflash: not all single women (over 30 or not) are desperately looking for a date, much less a for-life mate.

For more empowering quotes go here. 

timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article:  Morning Agenda: JPMorgan Swings to a Profit
I’m still sorry about it all. I hope the walls don’t talk about me. I hope the stairwells stopped creaking my name. I know I’ve got a lightning rod spine, and it hurts to stand up for anything anymore, but in my defense, I never did get your letters. The ones where you explain your silence when I asked what your nightmares were about months ago. The ones where you say they were always about losing me. It’s been so long, and I don’t know what Everests are taking your breath away, but I’ll take this feeling and drop it like an avalanche that couldn’t hold on anymore. That is to say I’ll still love you, but now I’ll just do it quietly. Did you know that there’s a place in Istanbul where the light pours in through the mosques and everyone there becomes holy at the same time? I meet you there every time my eyes close. When I check my messages, I listen for your voice first. I’ll miss you always. Come back home when it gets too dark.
Y.Z, did you name the ache I left with you? (via rustyvoices)
Some names will always taste bitter.
Six Word Story by Pien Pouwels  (via oceanflowerbird)
As much as I loathe to admit it, you’re
still inside of me. In every cave and
crevice between my joints, behind the
veils of my eyelids, lurking on the other
side of my goddamn spine. I thought I
had flushed you out a long while ago,
leaving nothing but a stain where you
once gave yourself over to me in a mess
of vulnerability.
I know you don’t feel it anymore, but my
god, the ache never left my body.
honestly, fuck you for leaving me the way you did // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)
I can’t expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.
Tennessee Williams (via writingquotes)
Loved you first when we were children. You broke my heart, all that’s forgiven.
We lost our chance to love one another. We’ll love again, just not each other.
William Fitzsimmons - “just not each other”