“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them. Don’t let them explore you until they’ve explored the secret universes of books. Don’t let them connect with you until they’ve walked between the lines on the pages.”—John Waters (via mariareadsthings)
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say. “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on my aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.”—Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides (via salsamamasita)
“We’re going to have to come together and realize, the evolution that we’re facing is not the evolution of the human being. That happened 200,000 years ago. We’re already evolved. The evolution that’s in front of us is the evolution of something greater called humanity.
What that means, is you remember when we talked about the human body is 50 trillion cells coming together to make a human unit called the human being? And now we have 7 billion human beings like cells in a body called humanity! So our evolution is all humans recognizing we’re all part of one super organism. When the cells fight each other in your human body, we call that auto immune disease. Well, right now humanity is suffering from auto immune disease because we’re killing each other and not recognizing we’re all one organism.”
“It’s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You’ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they’ve got to come. You can’t force them.”— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via portionsofeternity)
“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”—Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via infinitehallucination)
“Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demi-gods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.”—Friedrich Nietzsche (via criminalwisdom)
For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.