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theonlymagicleftisart:

Bizarre surreal portaits by Alexandra Levasseur


mydearbody:

thatkindofwoman:

…Watch this. Love your lover’s body. Love your body like you’d love your lover’s body. 

And, I feel the most beautiful when I know someone doesn’t see my shape, or color or height, but instead looks me in the eyes and smiles at me, takes my hand, or  holds my shoulders, and authentically shares themselves with me. 

ladies, you need to watch!


We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are. Feminist: a person who believes in the social, political, economic equality of the sexes.

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

odditiesoflife:

The Most Colorful River in the World

For most of the year, Caño Cristales in Colombia looks like any other river: a bed of rocks covered in dull green mosses are visible below a cool, clear current. However, for a brief period of time every year, the river blossoms in a vibrant explosion of colors. During the short span between the wet and dry seasons, when the water level is just right, a unique species of plant that lines the river floor called Macarenia clavigera turns a brilliant red. It is offset by splotches of yellow and green sand, blue water, and a thousand shades in between.


zenpencils:

SYLVIA PLATH ‘The fig tree’


Before You judge this, think of her. Then think of fire,
Its laughter, the music of splintering beams & glass,
The flames reaching through the second story of a house
Almost as if to—mistakenly—rescue someone who
Left you years ago. It is so American, fire. So like us.
Its desolation. And its eventual, brief triumph.

LARRY LEVIS

My Story in a Late Style of Fire

knoinspiration:

the blind spots, your heart lacks the apparent vision to see clearly
what has happened, whence it passed
the truth of the matter
it shatters like glass

turbulent emotions
the water clearly in turmoil

you have been confused
by your feelings brought to boil

I still love you in my own fucked-up way.

— Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook (via perfect)