pinkdementors:

in 2019 we work on gently extricating ourselves from the need to obtain everyone’s approval and turn towards doing what makes us feel happy and fulfilled

(via nogreatillusion)

ruinedchildhood:

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(Source: ruinedchildhood, via ruinedchildhood)

fourpatch:

all i want to do with my life is to encourage everyone in my small sphere of influence who is embarking upon a craft endeavour to tenderly let go of any static idea about their own skill level. if you see something you want to make and don’t know how, you will figure it out as you go! and if you don’t figure it out, you will have levelled up your skill in the attempt.

(via nogreatillusion)

dailytweets:

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kardashiansfuckyeah:

me: do i give a fuck

depression: no

anxiety: yes

me: fuck

(Source: anarchlynx)

nemophilies:

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”

 ― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.”

— Simone Weil, from an April 13, 1942 letter to poet Joë Bousquet

(via nogreatillusion)

marxistbarbie:

marxistbarbie:

marxistbarbie:

being a brown girl and growing up w white friends was so painful, when i have a daughter im going to do everything i can to make sure she grows up with other brown girls 

there’s so much shame and humiliation in being a brown teenager surrounded by white girls. when i went through puberty it wasnt same as my friends

like they just…..grew, they got breasts and hips and kept it moving. i got facial hair before any of the boys we knew. my body hair was (and is still) dark, thick, prominent and all over. 

my closest friend saw my pubic hair in the girls changing room and told the entire school about it. someone asked me if i was secretly a man. i went home that day, my 12th birthday, and held back tears as my family cut my cake. i leaned too far over my work in art class causing my shirt to hitch up and my back to be exposed, i didn’t notice until the laughter of the group of boys behind me was loud enough. 

there’s so much shame in being brown and having body hair. there’s so much self-hatred towards the natural state of our bodies. so when i see white women (whose bodies mine has always been dichotomised against) partaking in body hair activism that doesn’t acknowledge this, when i see those tiny tufts of wispy thin blonde armpit hair dyed bright pastel colours, i feel no empowerment and no liberation - just the pain i’ve always felt within my own natural body. 

(via furiouslyfeminist)

iamwizz:

(via ruinedchildhood)

ishimustard:

24 hr christmas music station: rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose

some fucking primal part of my psyche that will NEVER let me live in peace: like a lightbulb🎵

(via furiouslyfeminist)

nogreatillusion:

“This is the beauty and the horror of being a writer — or trying to be anything, really: You can feel important or unimportant. No one cares. No one is watching. You can have fun or you can suffer. No one is grading you. No one is invested. You can proclaim yourself ahead of schedule, or you can spend your whole life telling yourself that you’re running behind. No one is there to measure. You can suspect that you’re insecure and outdated, long-winded and short-sighted, high-strung and lowbrow. Or you can conclude that you’re charismatic, a teensy bit talented, never boring, and reasonably worthy. You have choices. You are the decider. Because the truth is, no one else gives a flying fuck.”

— Heather Havrilesky, Ask Polly, I Can’t Stop Comparing Myself to More Successful Writers  (via bogfox)