That image of Joan of Arc burning up in a fire burned inside me like a new religion. Her face skyward. Her faith muscled up like a holy war. And always the voice of a father in her head. Like me. Jesus. What is a thin man pinned to wood next to the image of a burning woman warrior ablaze? I took the image of a burning woman into my heart and left belief to the house of father forever.
—  From The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch

Banned by Walmart, Ronda’s autobiography (co-written with her sister) is out today. I’ve read a few excerpts and I can’t wait!! Here’s the intro:


“I am a fighter.
To be a fighter, you have to be passionate. I have so much passion, it’s
hard to hold it all in. That passion escapes as tears from my eyes, sweat
from my pores, blood from my veins.  
So many people assume that I’m cold and callous, but the truth is you
need a big heart to fight. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I have had it
broken too. I can compete with broken toes or stitches in my foot. I can
take a hit without batting an eyelash, but I will burst into tears if a sad song
comes on the radio. I am vulnerable; that’s why I fight.
It has been that way since I was born. I fought for my first breath. I
fought for my first words. The battle to be respected and heard is one I’m
still fighting. For a long time, I felt I had to fight for every little thing. But
now, one big battle every couple of months makes up for all the minor ones
I forfeit every day. Some lost battles are small. Getting cut off in traffic.
Taking shit from a boss. The everyday slights that drive us up to the edge.
Some lost battles are life altering. Losing someone you love. Failing to
achieve the one thing you have worked hardest for.
I fight for my dad, who lost his battle, dying when I was eight years
old, and for my mom, who taught me how to win every second of my life.
I fight to make the people who love me proud. To make the people
who hate me seethe. I fight for anyone who has ever been lost, who has
ever been left, or who is battling their own demons.
Achieving greatness is a long and arduous battle that I fight every day.
Fighting is how I succeed. I don’t just mean inside a 750-square-foot cage
or within the confines of a 64-square-meter mat. Life is a fight from the
minute you take your first breath to the moment you exhale your last. You
have to fight the people who say it can never be done. You have to fight
the institutions that put up the glass ceilings that must be shattered. You
have to fight your body when it tells you it is tired. You have to fight your
mind when doubt begins to creep in. You have to fight systems that are put
in place to disrupt you and obstacles that are put in place to discourage
you. You have to fight because you can’t count on anyone else fighting for
you. And you have to fight for people who can’t fight for themselves. To get
anything of real value, you have to fight for it.
I learned how to fight and how to win. Whatever your obstacles, who
ever or whatever your adversary, there is a way to victory.
Here is mine.”

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that—I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much—so very much to learn.
—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness – that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what – at last – I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

—  Bertrand Russell

i did this because i like to have fun

EDIT!! The song is la fille de qui by gregaldur!! check his music out!!