skatedistrict:

a lone figure

at the edge of the earth

You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you can’t write anybody’s book but your own.
—Cheryl Strayed

foxmouth:

Sunrises, 2014 | by Wouter Van de Voorde
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War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of actions to a ‘war against’ whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off. This is puerile, misleading, and degrading. In stories, it evades any solution but violence and offers the readers mere infantile reassurance. All too often the heroes of such fantasies behave exactly as the villains do, acting with mindless violence, but the hero is on the “right” side and therefore will win.

-Ursula K. LeGuin, afterword to A Wizard of Earthsea.

I re-read this book on my second flight yesterday, and this quote sums up so much of what I feel right now about so many things. 

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victimize:

Katarina Šoškić (previously)

i have something to show you, 2010
a siren, 2011

… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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luaren:

Honestly can’t wait for the 50 shades movie to normalize the manipulation of lower-level female employees. Can’t wait for the new wave of “consent is sexy” banners on the cover of cosmo. Can’t wait for teen girls to think that a controlling relationship is romantic. Can’t wait for sexualized violence to become increasingly mainstream. And most of all, I can’t wait for BDSM to be labeled a feminist revolution.

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floralls:

(by ►i.Anton)

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There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
—Friedrich Nietzsche