July 2012
65 posts
“We don’t lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like...”
– Zoe Smith, 18 year old weightlifter currently representing Great Britain at the Olympics, responding to tweets labelling her muscles “unattractive” and “unfeminine”. (via ceedling)
This almost makes me want to watch the Olympics.
“There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your...”
– Charles Baudelaire (via itsherfactory)
Another bit of the play in progress
M: Dull, dull and so dull. I am left with the stinking urge to tidy the place to clean up my insides, flush and flush and again all that I create is shit and again I say it over and over, constantly you leave me in walls that I must dust and fill again with dust to prove that I am alive. Oh the dull happiness that once shook my cells. Oh dull, dull, you spectrum. Why with time do you choose to...
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via gaws)
“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”
– Alice Walker (via ceedling)
I WISH I’D KNOWN THESE GIRLS FOUR YEARS AGO.
catladysoul:
i’m not your manic pixie dream girl mother fucker i will end you
“i found god in myself
and i loved her
i loved her fiercely.”
– Ntozake Shange (via ceedling)
“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars...”
– Anaïs Nin (via catladysoul)
youth on a rampage: girlmonstering →
catladysoul:
sometimes i want to be pretty (pretty for who? pretty for me? pretty for the mirror?? i am the mirror. i worship the mirror. i obsess over the mirror. i have nightmares about the mirror. most of my life is in relation to some form of mirror. i had to go to therapy for mirrors. mirrors: a life…
Aporia
I hadn’t anticipated it, but the rain has made the summer sting. Every day I wake up to the burning light let in by my shrunken curtain corners, only to turn them back and see a grey world, grey clouds, grey water. The sunshine we hoped for has been reserved for a more passionate zeitgeist, and we leave the house in hopeful shirts only to later pull the cardigans from our bags. It drones onward...
Ebullient Shit of the Reflection You Were Meant to...
‘But this is the opposite of understanding, which starts from not accepting the world as it looks. All possibility of understanding is rooted in the ability to say no.’[2]
And in the beginning it always manifested itself as the same thing: a whore tries to speak. Simplistic. But the hands won’t budge on that one. Much as women’s time[3] pushes its vertebrae against us. Pulchristinous in the...
I'm writing a play! I have never done this before....
(M is stationary on lavatory, stage right. Lavatory is white. Stage is dark. There is a window to his left with a white, semi-opaque curtain covering it. The side nearest M is lifted slightly, allowing a shaft of light to penetrate the dinge. Enter A.)
M: Ah, love is a precipice; torn away from the landmass it wreaks havoc on the heavens and looms upon the ‘neath. It sways and quivers and yet...
A Gog
Do you do trimming?
No, just dinner.
Open on the way home
she stacked it,
no return for the wicked-
left her on a steam train
to the centre of the continent.
Lonely in the font
Dead yellow
Left her cardigan behind.
“To me, sex positivity means recognizing “difference” as the norm. Sex positivity...”
–
Gopika, CSPH Website Content and Management Intern Summer 2012
[Part of our weekly Sex Positive Saturday series! Visit http://thecsph.tumblr.com for more, or to submit your own definitions.]
(via thecsph)
Pinches and Tiny Pricks Forever
I think the easiest thing in the world is to feel nothing.
Pink and pickled over there
I pulled out a rank queue
their cloaca only in the context
depends on the audience
flutter on them five times
an empty body with desires
an organ without thoughts
I can’t drag you to the table,
back in the water I waited-
If only I could get the smell out. Ephemeral so permanent in...
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get...”
– Dr. Seuss
robocommie:
How to tell a rape joke: Take a metal bar, beat a rapist or rape apologist repeatedly and say “so a rapist walks into a bar” with each stroke.
“Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the...”
– Michael Foucault, Preface to Anti-Oedipus
I would just EAT this book if it wouldn’t impede my reading of it.
Mergale is half hard again- another taste, further...
Mergale breathed out as she closed the door behind her. She wasn’t his usual type of woman- his usual type, we have observed, would be the BBC weather girl with perhaps a slightly shorter skirt- but her soft and subservient demeanour was appealing. He knew so little about her that he was able to construct her background through projections. Her chiffon blouse allowing a glimpse of skin beneath...
Oh, something. I don't know, what are you even...
Took me five minutes to break through the door. I’ve got sharp elbows. Thought about grabbing the critter as I was hoping at some point to take measures against my crippling allergy to cat. Can’t fulfil all my stereotypes. Not one for a long introduction, but I can tell you my life story. Take about three doors, I guess. Dark kitchen, blood rushing through my fingers, touching the glinting...
Mmm.
I can’t express the torture of the word. The awful wrenching of the gut as another line of communication is severed before it is even created. The narrative is almost dead. We have seen to it. But it lingers of course in its old form, licking the eyeballs of the dulled. And I am not insulting them, because I am dulled, but I am guilty, I feel the guilt, the incorrect, the Bible’s pain. You can see...
throughthefever asked: What is the longest piece of fiction that you've written?
