Letters I Arrange
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.
George Orwell, 1984 (via wuthering-heights)
It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.
Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer (via sanity-has-left-us-all-blind)
I knew what I wanted to run to. But it didn’t exist, so I didn’t leave.
“Half of a Yellow Sun”, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via alighthouseofwords)
J’ai remarqué que plus on est envahi par le doute, plus on s’attache à une fausse lucidité d’esprit, avec l’espoir d’éclaircir par le raisonnement ce que le sentiment a rendu trouble et obscur.
Camille, Le Mépris. (via ombres-folles)
I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.

The Evolution of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer #2) - Michelle Hodkin

(via effyeahyoungadultlit)

I realized that the pressure I felt to take the diet pills, exercise until I passed out, go tanning, wear expensive clothes, it was pressure from sources who didn’t care about me. Does Jenny Craig REALLY care if I lose 10lbs in 10 days? No. They just want me to sign up for their program so they make money off me. Does Nair REALLY care if my legs are prepared for short shorts? Of course not! They just want more money for expensive gimmicky advertising.

So why did I let corporations, companies, media, decide my self worth?

I couldn’t answer that question, and THAT’S when I stopped. I unplugged myself from the so-called ‘Matrix’, from media influence, from anyone who thought they knew what was best for me without knowing a damn thin about me.

I receive hate every single day for the way my body looks. Stares, jeers, comments, looks of disgust. And those same looks that would have been the end of me years ago don’t faze me anymore. If anything, I just pity those people. Pity them for the fact that THEY let other people control their idea of ‘beauty’.

Fat people in America are reduced to nothing but fatness. A fat person has a health problem of any kind? It’s because they’re fat. A fat person is single? Well, duh. Fat. They deserve it. A fat person is poor? That’s not surprising-obviously they have bad judgment and no impulse control! Because why would a smart person choose to be fat? If a fat person goes to a restaurant and sits on a broken chair and the chair collapses under them, it’s because they’re fat. But if a thin person sits on the same broken chair and the chair collapses under them, it’s because they sat on a broken chair.

Lindy West, Being Mean To Fat People is Pointless: A Good Old Fashioned Plea for Civility (via broadist)

Negative experience = because of your fat

Positive experience = in spite of your fat

Also: this is a fab post, but don’t read the comments. I cried.

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Too bad neither of them believe in gay marriage, because they’d make such a handsome couple.
Chelsea Handler on Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan (via stonemed)