http://ghji.tumblr.com/

GIRLS playlist Songs for fierce & fabulous ladies by fierce...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:43:26 -0400

GIRLS playlist

Songs for fierce & fabulous ladies by fierce & fabulous ladies!

"I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:42:09 -0400

“I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams—like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.”

- Hermann Hesse, Demian (via 33113)

"You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance,..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:41:43 -0400

“You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool.”

- Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via 33113)

"Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world, because even your own shadow leaves you when you are..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:41:31 -0400

“Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world, because even your own shadow leaves you when you are in darkness.”

- Ibn Taymiyyah (via 33113)

Photo

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:41:04 -0400

say my name/cry me a river (mashup) | the neighbourhood (bbc...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:40:59 -0400

say my name/cry me a river (mashup) | the neighbourhood (bbc radio 1 live lounge late)

"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:40:46 -0400

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

- Rumi (via 33113)

Photo

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:39:03 -0400

"Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth..."

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:38:13 -0400

“Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow
stars
down your throat
until
you are so full
of
light.”

- You Better Not Cry by Augusten Burroughs. (via valjeans)

greater-reality: Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.And everyone you love is...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:38:09 -0400

greater-reality:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.

Photo

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:37:04 -0400

vega-ofthe-lyre: Mars Poetica by Wyn Cooper

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 09:18:47 -0400

vega-ofthe-lyre:

Mars Poetica by Wyn Cooper

vega-ofthe-lyre: Enemies by Dante Micheaux

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 09:17:57 -0400

vega-ofthe-lyre:

Enemies by Dante Micheaux

drunkwarrior: boys are just so cute and nice I wanna hold their hands then stab them in their dumb...

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 03:41:51 -0400

drunkwarrior:

boys are just so cute and nice I wanna hold their hands then stab them in their dumb fucking piece of shit faces

"I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it..."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 07:18:42 -0500

“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back in its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.”

- Henry Rollins (via skeletales)

"Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh,..."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 07:10:28 -0500

““Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.” Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf”

- (via 33113)

"The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz...."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 07:05:25 -0500

“

The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”

Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:

“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”

The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.

”

- Why I Am A Male Feminist (via 33113)

"So tell me. How far can I walk on my own at night? How many metres, exactly, can I walk..."

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 21:10:54 -0500

“

So tell me. How far can I walk on my own at night? How many metres, exactly, can I walk unaccompanied without having to fear for my life?

How many drinks am I, an adult woman, allowed to have after work on Friday night before being dismissed as a “party girl” or “asking for it”? How high can my heels be, and how short a skirt can I wear, before being implicated in any crime against me? And, just so that I’m clear, how many metres can I walk to get myself home?

And if something happened to me, how harshly would I be judged? If I vanished on that walk to my front door, what would you have to say about me? Would I be tut-tutted at for not accepting the offer of an escort home? Would idiots take to Facebook to admonish me for supposedly leading some guy on?

Would do-gooders and commentators and Twitterati-types take my parents to task for not raising me to act sensibly? Would they lambast my friends and lovers for not taking adequate care of me? Would everyone in my life suffer because I exceeded my allocated metres of solo walking?

Would every media outlet in the country view my disappearance as an opportunity to point out that, as it happens, women have more to fear in our world than men?

Would you, quietly, at the back of your mind, think that if I’d just stayed home with my partner, like a good wife and woman, none of this would have happened to me?

Are you just looking for one big, smug fucking excuse to say that you told me so?

And just so that we’re absolutely fucking clear, how many metres am I allowed to walk on my own at night?

”

- http://itotallyhaveablog.wordpress.com

(This was written with regards to what happened to Jill Meagher.

(via 33113)

Photo

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 21:09:27 -0500

Lani Maestro, No Pain Like This Body

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 21:07:04 -0500

Lani Maestro, No Pain Like This Body