Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you’re tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes nonstop from mitosis to now. Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch by inch America is giving itself to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow, Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle, Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town and History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
selfies are important look at all these teen girls and non binary people and boys who actually like themselves when i was 13 i hated my body and face and now we have people who love themselves that’s wonderful and if you think otherwise get away
I hate this pseudo apathy that everyone has nowadays, like they think it ain’t cool to care about stuff. Well let me tell u son, there are lots of cool things to care about like dogs and space and holding hands and science and music and art and how the sky looks when the sun sets, and if u think you’re too cool to be passionate about something as incredible as this life then thats really sad and idk what to tell u
To the boy who called me frigid:
Sexuality is a fluid thing. It is not a competition.
It is not a race. You may be ready. You may be
making a wooden house amongst the tree tops
whilst I stay lingering at the roots, uncertain.
This does not mean you can belittle me for your own
sexual gratification. This is not my fault.
To the friend who put his arm around me
without my consent: Stop. Stop. Stop.
Do not test me.
My trust does not bend, it only snaps.
I am not your experiment.
I do not owe you my mind, my body, my attention.
Don’t try and hold my hand.
I would rather kiss a frog than you.
Consent requires a firm yes.
That word never left my lips.
To the man who sat too close on the bus:
Don’t ask me how my day has been.
I have the sharpest of claws. Watch me use them.
Every time I heard a car honk on the street I
used to feel like a piece of rubbish to discard.
So violated and small.
Now I rise like a phoenix above the cat calls.
Next time someone makes an unwanted advance,
I will collect the wolf whistles, the arm pinches,
the unwelcome stares,
use them as fuel to gather the gasoline,
douse it all over you,
and set it alight.
If you have the urge to say something completely offensive about women in the workplace, it’s a good idea to make sure that the person next to you doesn’t have the ability to live-tweet the conversation.
On Monday in Toronto, editor and coder Lyndsay Kirkham took it upon herself to expose the sexist comments being made by IBM executives through her twitter feed.
When I was small, I remember my mother saying that she believed aliens helped build the pyramids. She used to keep crystals around. She used to carry healing stones. She used to believe my father would always come back to her.
Now that she is older, she prays to the nail marks in someone’s palms but I don’t think she believes in forgiveness anymore. I firmly believe that she sent me to Sunday school in little floral dresses not to torture me, but to learn this.
Hurt me once: shame on me. Hurt me twice: shame on me. Hurt me three times: shame on me but fuck you. Hurt me four times and we’ll get severed-head biblical. We will pick up stones.
And now that I am older, I don’t give a damn about sin. I will be the first to cast one.
We live in a society that’s sexist in ways it doesn’t understand. One of the consequences is that men are extremely sensitive to being criticized by women. I think it threatens them in a very primal way, and male privilege makes them feel free to lash out.
This is why women are socialized to carefully dance around these issues, disagreeing with men in an extremely gentle manner. Not because women are nicer creatures than men. But because our very survival can depend on it.
“Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.”—Maya Angelou, you will be missed. (via inthepalmofme)