"Is this all I’ve been left
Broken oaths and betrayals?
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture?"
Alan Averill (via meditationsonthepeaks)
You have spare money in your pocket? Then you may buy this painting called “Der Bücherwurm” (The Bookworm) by Carl Spitzweg, 1850. The current owner, the Milwaukee Public Library, wants to sell it. Estimated price: around 400,000 USD.
Source: Journal Sentinel
Could you write about a boy who means the world to me, but will never feel the same way I do
"Look how your children grow up. Taught from their earliest infancy to curb their love natures — restrained at every turn! Your blasting lies would even blacken a child’s kiss. Little girls must not be tomboyish, must not go barefoot, must not climb trees, must not learn to swim, must not do anything they desire to do which Madame Grundy has decreed “improper.” Little boys are laughed at as effeminate, silly girl-boys if they want to make patchwork or play with a doll. Then when they grow up, “Oh! Men don’t care for home or children as women do!” Why should they, when the deliberate effort of your life has been to crush that nature out of them. “Women can’t rough it like men.” Train any animal, or any plant, as you train your girls, and it won’t be able to rough it either."
Voltairine de Cleyre (via petitefeministe)
The best part of this essay is when she advocates for children to be brought up with no gender-role stereotyping, and gets in some not-so-subtle digs at heterocentricism and heterosexism in the process.
Did I mention this was written over a hundred years ago? Because it totally was.
I remember everything,
down to the sound of you shaving
the scrape of your razor,
the dully-abrading black hair
when you clutched at me,
that night I came upstairs, half-dead,
and, in your kindness,
you put me straightaway
in the cupboard,
with a bottle of champagne,
and then, later, on a train.
Is this the best song ever written? Probably.
"And I’ve been ‘fessing, double-fast,
addressing questions nobody asked.
I’ll get this joy off of my chest, at last,
and I will love you
till the noise has long since passed."
Joanna Newsom | Good Intentions Paving Company (via squint-skyward)
"She wasn’t all cool intellect. She had the warmest and deepest and most human of affection for those she loved. There were few, perhaps, and she applied alarmingly high standards, but her love and humanity were real, once given."