The hours between 12am and 6am // Beau Taplin.

Gertrude Stein (via Lily Hudson)

End of the Mayan Calendar by Owen Spargo

I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —
- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)


More from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard, page 148.

If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.

- Audre Lorde (via observando)


“The gendered entitlement of criminals – rapists, domestic abusers, murderers – is almost always universally condemned as unacceptable throughout polite society (at least in 2014), as is the era of dowries and legal spousal rape, when women were considered the literal property of the men in their lives. But those men whose actions exhibit in softer – sometimes even socially acceptable – ways their belief that women should pay them deference (or at least quietly tolerate their varied hostilities) face much less opprobrium.
This is how men get away with bludgeoning the joy that is friendship into the unrecognizable “friendzone” – a place where it’s actually humiliating to be friends with a woman. ”- Men aren’t entitled to women’s time or affection. But it’s a hard lesson to learn, by Cord Jefferson

Why else keep a journal, if not
to examine your own filth?
- Anne Sexton, from Letters To Dr. Y. (via violentwavesofemotion)

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