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If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

— ― Albert Camus, The Stranger


a·bey·ance

a·bey·ance
əˈbāəns/
noun
1.
a state of temporary disuse or suspension.
“matters were held in abeyance pending further inquiries”
synonyms: in suspension, in a state of suspension, in a state of dormancy, in a state of uncertainty, in remission;


1. You’re going to have to treat every man like an explosive until he proves to you that he’s burnt out. Often, the wolves are disguised as woodcutters.
2. Being a lady ain’t easy, honey, but somebody’s gotta do it.
3. When he asks to see your body, show him your fists.
4. Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
5. If they ask you to give them a smile, spit on their shoes.
6. Never be afraid to take up space – you’ve earned it. You deserve it.
7. When a boy claims to be a gentleman and keeps asking for your hand, tell him you’ll give him a finger. Yeah, you know the one I’m talking about.
8. ‘No’ is your friend. Practice saying it in the mirror so it will slip out like venom when he puts his hands on you.
9. Your worth is measured only by how happy you are. Nothing more, nothing less.
10. You are a fucking firework. I’m so proud of you.

— 10 Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)


How do you make a girl know she’s beautiful? What is the system for that, what do you show her, how do you give her a new set of eyes and turn her face back to the mirror?

— Michelle Tea


i asked the trees to tell me what it feels like to know your roots
she replied “come back tomorrow i am in the middle of making love to the wind”
the sun set
and rised again
and i went to that tree
but there was only a man
ripping her roots from the ground
while looking at me
he said,
“i am only do my job”.

— jo bee


so life is one big game of lost and found
so life is one big game of cops and robbers
so life is one big of house
so life is one big game of tag
and youre it
youre it
youre it

— jo bee


http://heartofrabbits.tumblr.com/post/74641260996/when-i-lose-myself-i-find-it-hard-to-think-with →

heartofrabbits:

when i lose myself, i find it hard to think with my own brain. my thoughts become hers, and she crafts them into such beautiful formations. it comes natural to her, like stalactites and moeraki boulders and underwater caves. i want to harvest her innate ability to live so freely, like a seagull…

DAMN, HAS MORE TRUE WORDS EVER BEEN WRITTEN? probably not


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theredsun:

I found my old clothes
Neatly packaged in cardboard boxes
Out in my garage.
I remember the fragile girl who packed them up,
Moving from a small apartment into a house she’d make a home.
Her palms sweaty, nervous, writing poems with her tongue in the
Backseat of his car.
She hadn’t smoked in…


Of whom and of what indeed can I say: "I know that!" This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. I can sketch one by one all the aspects it is able to assume, all those likewise that have been attributed to it, this upbringing, this origin, this ardor or these silences, this nobility or this vileness. But aspects cannot be added up. This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

— Albert Camus, from The Myth Of Sisyphus (via violentwavesofemotion)