anaranjado

May 12

“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.” A Language Older Than Words, Derrick Jensen (via noorimherz)

(via lovelinguist)

“Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.

Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.

That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?

The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.”

Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via ellesugars)

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(via pluralfloral)

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(via jazzylittledrops)

May 10

“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up” Shane Koyczan (via allthingssoulful)

(via lovelinguist)

“I want to feel you
warmed from the early sunlight
and fresh from your sleep.” Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via tylerknott)

May 7

“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.” Hugh Laurie (via outcamethesun)

(via outcamethesun)

May 6

poeticislam:

How long will you keep pounding on an open door Begging for someone to open it? - Rabia al-Adawiyyah

(via poeticislam)

May 5

lettersfromvermont:

moult (84.365)

May 4

“

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other
doesn’t make any sense.

” unknown, [or actually from a brazilian-facebook-acquaintance]

012

I should have known.

At the age of six when I wrote my first poem.

In the fourth grade, when I encountered “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.”

In the sixth grade, when my English teacher gifted me Pride and Prejudice.

In the seventh grade, when I bought a complete anthology of Robert Frost’s poems.

Last semester, when I visited Bruce Herman’s studio.

In January, when I could not pinpoint why I really wanted to attend Law School in my personal statement.

I think I want to be a writer.

I think I’ve always wanted to be a writer.

[ written by my very dear friend, Mary F. ]

her blogs:

marysonehundred.blogspot.com

whatisyourcolor.tumblr.com