“People say, “I have heart disease,” not “I am heart disease.” Somehow the presumption of a person’s individuality is not compromised by those diagnostic labels. All the labels tell us is that the person has a specific challenge with which he or she struggles in a highly diverse life. But call someone “a schizophrenic” or “a borderline” and the shorthand has a way of closing the chapter on the person. It reduces a multifaceted human being to a diagnosis and lulls us into a false sense that those words tell us who the person is, rather than only telling us how the person suffers.”—
“I just picture myself being happy. I don’t know how it’s all going to work out, but I just imagine it working out. You’ve just got to make your plans and, once you’ve made them, you have to stop worrying.”—Alexis Bledel (via misswallflower)
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”—Simone De Beauvoir (via thechocolatebrigade)
Like when I’m having a nice day, and I’m walking down the street, and some ten year old boys wave at me. I’m a friendly lady, so I wave back. And then I’m fucking sexually harassed by some middle-schoolers who begin to yell at me. “Oh you’re damn sexy.” “I wanna fuck you right now.” “Hey Hey Sexy.” Etc.
Really? You wanna fuck me? Has your voice even changed yet? Screw you. Screw the people who set an example for you that taught you that this is okay. To scream vulgar things at a stranger walking down the street. God dammit. I hate it all. Why does this kind of crap have to happen to women? Why does a beautiful spring day have to be spoiled by harassment. Why don’t my friends and I have the right to walk down the street without interruption. I don’t understand anything.
My boyfriend and I decided what we’re gonna be for Halloween next year. Tobias Funke and Lindsay Bluth. He’s gonna wear denim cutoffs, tape curly chest hair on, and hand out business cards that say “analrapist.” I’m gonna drink wine all night and claim that its only alcohol if it sits out. I’m gonna wear a red shirt that says “slut” and a fake fur coat. We’re gonna ask where Maebe is all night. I’m already excited.
“To be a strong woman, to be a fierce woman, to be a true woman, to be a leader, to be truly powerful, you have to get to place where you can tolerate people not liking you. And know that when you actually do that, you have to fall back on your own moral imperative in your own moral trunk and say, ‘I don’t care, this is what I believe. This is who I am.’”—Eve Ensler, Beautiful Daughters (via sociallyconstructed)