“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”—Frida Kahlo
“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.”—Frida Kahlo
“By saying a fetus has a right to someone’s body parts until it’s born, despite the pregnant person’s wishes, you are doing two things. 1. Granting a fetus more rights to other people’s bodies than any born person. 2. Awarding a pregnant person less rights to their body than a corpse.”—Paul Zepecki (via ohaityler)
Does keeping a blog facilitate understanding, maintaining and improving who you are?
I stopped keeping my tumblr/blog for a long time, mostly due to uni and other distractions and commitments, and I noticed after a while that I began to feel like something was missing. Not that I need tumblr as a way to means to ‘find myself’ and pass time, but rather the constant stream of art, writing, world images, stories and politically challenging thought that allowed for hours of discovery into different ways of thinking and viewing the world was missing from my life, leaving a gap that was filled with meaningless hours of facebook stalking which led only to judgement and envy.
As I write this, the Temper Trap’s ‘Love Lost’ plays in the background- a corny metaphor for my newly found appreciation for tumblr? Perhaps.
“Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.”—The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley