"Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You’re aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can’t be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn’t be."

— C. JoyBell C. (via observando)

"She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn’t be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn’t be called frigid; had children so she wouldn’t be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn’t want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn’t be called a bitch … Evelyn wondered; why always sexual names? And why, when men wanted to degrade other men, did they call them pussies? As if that was the worst thing in the world. What have we done to be thought of that way? To be called cunt? People didn’t call blacks names anymore, at least not to their faces…there were no more kikes, Japs, chinks, or spics in polite conversation. Everybody had a group to protest and stick up for them. But women were still being called names by men. Why? Where was our group?"

— Fannie Flagg, “Fried Green Tomatoes”  (via refuted)

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scandinaviancollectors:

PABLO PICASSO, Head, 1948. Ink on paper.

scandinaviancollectors:

PABLO PICASSO, Head, 1948. Ink on paper.

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joehillsthrills:

GABRIEL RODRIGUEZ IS THE MOTHERFUCKING LAW.

joehillsthrills:

GABRIEL RODRIGUEZ IS THE MOTHERFUCKING LAW.

(Source: gr-comics)

typewriterblues:

I like who I am. on Flickr.
My book for sale.

(Source: kushandwizdom)

karolinaplachetko:

“I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.”
- Joyce Kilmer

karolinaplachetko:

“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”

- Joyce Kilmer

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