“We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.”—Kavita Ramdas
“So many people glorify and romanticize “busy”. I do not. I value purpose. I believe in resting in reason and moving in passion. If you’re always busy/moving, you will miss important details. I like the mountain. Still, but when it moves, lands shift and earth quakes.”—Joseph Cook
“It’s not ‘clever lonely’ (like Morrissey) or ‘interesting lonely’ (like Radiohead); it’s ‘lonely lonely,’ like the way it feels when you’re being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.”—Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto
“No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.”—Janice Galloway
We started talking about introverts and extroverts. The lecture was on the risk factors for developing depression. The lecturer described introverts as quiet, lonely and very reserved personalities. In her words, introverts had trouble connecting socially. And this apparently led them to develop depressive disorders. In comparison, her description of extroverts included the words sociable, bubbly and adventurous. To me this seemed to be a little sour. Somewhat offensive, even. It hurt that people were just nodding blindly, taking these notes. Row upon row of silver Macbook computers tap tapping away.
I consider myself an introvert. First of all, the label shouldn’t come with these preconceived notions of social ineptitude. I’m a functioning human being and I do know how to be sociable. It doesn’t make me defective, or at risk, if I tend to gravitate towards pockets of silence at parties. Sometimes we do want to hear what we are saying to other people. I am proud of being an introvert. It’s about how we recharge our batteries. I like spending Sundays cooking breakfast, listening to music and watching movies with friends. I absolutely love to dance, but apparently that doesn’t fit neatly into the columns. We are like paintings. We are people made of so many colours and we should never listen to someone who tells us how we have to be. We shouldn’t listen to people who say that we are wrong, because of who we are. We need to surround ourselves with people who we respect and who are kind and will grow with us.
“'Cats don't have names,' it said.
‘No?’ said Coraline.
‘No,’ said the cat. ‘Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”—Coraline by Neil Gaiman
“People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.”—(via endangerment)
“someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.”—nayyirah waheed
All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
You do not bring the ocean to a river’
“My “yes”s do not extend to every question. If you want to touch me, you still have to ask. You are not given the inarguable right just because I have agreed to go to dinner. No, I don’t have to thank you by letting you unbutton my jeans. No, I am not a “tease” because I laughed loudly at your jokes and, when you talked about missing your dad, reached across the table to touch your hand. I am not in your debt because you did not force me to go home with you after I drank three glasses of wine. I do not have to thank you because you did not take advantage of me. If I do not call you back, you do not have to insult me to your friends. I am not stupid, I am not a bitch, I am not a slut, I am not here just to boost your ego. The reason girls do not call you back is not because you are “too nice.” It is not because “girls like jerks.” It is because you’ve branded yourself as a “nice guy,” even though expecting affection for being polite makes you anything but.”—To The Nice Guy Who Invited Me To Dinner | Lora Mathis