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slightlypretentious reblogged minutelovestories“
A woman is a wonderful thing. And you are. But in you, as in all of them, is the indifference of Carmen, the joy of cruelty in Cleopatra, the tyrannical marble-heartedness of Katherine de Medici, and the cold glitter of all the passionless despots of men’s warm souls since sex originated…I’m not blaming you. I’m blaming the ages of women gone before you who handed such legacies down…
Men are fools, weak, wine-blooded, deeply-devoted darn fools…Whom the gods destroy they first make madly in love with a girl.
”— James Thurber, New Yorker writer and cartoonist to Eva Prout, the recipient of this letter in the spring of 1920. (via minutelovestories) Loading... -
chantellasaurusrex reblogged m-inxish“The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity. An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on. They will want you to stay where they are. Friends that don’t help you climb will want you to crawl. Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream. Those that don’t increase you will eventually decrease you.”
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i truly believe joy comes in the morning. these past few months have been full of long dark nights, but the sun always shines the next day and I know tomorrow and the next days and the next days won’t be any different! im so thankful for all the silver linings. i know things will continue to get brighter :)
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teachingliteracy reblogged creatingaquietmind“What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.”
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via creatingaquietmind) Loading...
