April 2011
“I don’t know who I am anymore! ….Just kidding, I’m fabulous.”
– Clinton Kelly. (via wearenotsentimental)
“If shoes could talk what would the high heel say to every other shoe in the...”
– Stacy London of What Not To Wear (via iwchu)
“Everything you will never be is nothing close to everything that you already...”
– Rae Smith
“Nel was the one person who had wanted nothing from her, who had accepted all...”
– Toni Morrison, Sula
everytime i read this it’s too much, i just can’t - this whole book has such a simple plot. woman sleeps with ex-best friend’s husband. but the way it questions who betrayed whom - the way it suggests that it might be the wronged wife who betrayed her friend by even caring...
“And I did not know how to move my feet or fix my eyes or what. I just stood...”
– Toni Morrison (via elayyuaray)
“So by sixteen we move in packs
learn to strut and slide
in deliberate lowdown...”
– “Deliberate” by Amy Uyematsu
“I don’t mind the human race.
I’ve got pretty used to them
In these past...”
– “Discrimination” by Kenneth Rexroth
“Well, people ask me how it feels to be black, gay, a woman, you must be dogged...”
– my critical race theory professor, dr. c nicole mason, paraphrased.
so much win.
(via thefeeloffree)
I’m taking Critical Race Theory as well! Being all of the above I can totally relate to this quote.
(via msalexismarie)
“Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and...”
– Iris Marion Young (via thatswhatshesaidquotes)
“I have heard women complain about men holding doors for them, as if it is...”
– Tim Gunn, Gunn’s Golden Rules: Life’s Little Lessons for Making It Work (via whammmbam)
Reblogging this for Tim.
(via thefloatingopera)
This. (But you should see the expressions on the faces of some of the guys I hold doors open for.)
except the fifty-footers. hate.
“Everything will change. The only question is growing up or decaying.”
– Nikki Giovanni (via thatswhatshesaidquotes)
" I Want To Die Before You" by Nazim Hikmet →
kowaiau:
I want to die before you. Do you think that who passes later will find who’s gone before? I don’t think so. You’d better have me burned, and put me on the stove in your room in a jar. The jar shall be made of glass, transparent, white glass so that you can see me inside… You see my…
