And for about two weeks, we were trying to make dubstep music. I don’t think we’ve done it since then. It was a small dream.
Liam Hemsworth on The Hunger Games, Dubstep Dreams, and the Paparazzi\
Alright, Liam Hemsworth. You win this round.
(via thisisareallybadidea)
This was charming. Do I have to see the Hunger Games now?
(via thisisareallybadidea)
We’re not going to win but we’ll die trying. And I am telling you that if you are fighting I love you, if you are standing up I love you, if you are refusing to back down I love you, and we will find each other, we will. I promise. I can’t tell you how to make sense of it but I can tell you there are more of us than you think. What I am saying, really, is that I want you to be angry, all of you, I want you to be angrier than you have ever been in your lives, I want you to be a fucking beacon of white-hot rage burning so bright no one around you can miss it. Whatever it takes to stoke the fire. I want us to be so loud and so angry and so visible and so terrifying that we cannot be mistaken for anything other than the future, a future that looks like us. In all our kinds of bodies, in all our kinds of love. Waiting for the time when none of us are angry anymore because the only thing left is the world we want to live in. When the hardest thing any of us will know is teaching ourselves how to live without anger altogether.
Until then: whatever it takes and fucking fight.
The Rejectionist: Dear Superior Person
oh god I love this whole post but especially this.
(via champagnecandy)
(via champagnecandy)
What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
Jeanette Winterson. (via champagnecandy)
I like knowing that someone has felt what I am feeling.
Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
(Source: google.com)
“Yes, we have a place in the universe and yes, when we find it, there will be people waiting to welcome us home.”
“Affinity: related not by blood but by choice, the appeal of one chemical nuclear group for another, avidity.”
My readings, academic and civillian, are trying to tell me something.
Not being racist is not some default starting position. You don’t simply get to say you’re not a racist; not being racist — or a sexist or a homophobe — is a constant, arduous process of unlearning, of being uncomfortable, of eating crow and being humbled and re-evaluating. It’s probably hard to start that process if you’ve been told that every thought you have is golden and should be given voice, and that people who are offended by what you say are hypersensitive simpletons.
there came a moment in the middle of the song when she suddenly felt every heartbeat in the room & after that she never forgot she was part of something much bigger
Your Story:Connection (feminine)
I miss going to shows. Not nearly enough live music in my life.
Women are not the weak, frail little flowers that they are advertised. There has never been anything invented yet, including war, that a man would enter into, that a woman wouldn’t, too.
(via fuckyeahfeminists)
What matters in a book is that it is the book you need, not where in the library it may be found.
