June 2013
8 posts
May 2013
10 posts
“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
—Uma Thurman (via vomitpink)
April 2013
8 posts
“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
—Homer, The Iliad Troy (via thatkindofwoman)
“If it’s meant for you, you won’t have to beg for it. You will never have to sacrifice your dignity for your destiny.”
—Chelsis Porter (via thatkindofwoman)
March 2013
16 posts
“You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right.”
—Ira Glass (via thatkindofwoman)
“For me, a woman who is absorbed in her work, who does not care about gaining one’s favour, strong yet subtle at the same time, is essentially more seductive. The more she hides and abandons her femininity, the more it emerges from the very heart of her existence.” Yohji Yamamoto”
—(via bobbyism)
“One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.”
—Gabourey Sidibe (via thatkindofwoman)
“I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.”
—Bon Iver (via thatkindofwoman)
January 2013
7 posts
“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
—Anna Peters. (via citrone-meringue)
