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"The promise was that when the glass was full, it would overflow, benefiting the poor. But what happens instead, is that when the glass is full, it magically gets bigger nothing ever comes out for the poor." — Pope Francis on trickle-down economics
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i’ve decided to be a bit more present on my tumblr this year (i know that usually people resolve the opposite but for me this isn’t really a toxic place - i don’t really follow any turds and i don’t have enough of a voice or a following to incite harassment)

generally i use tumblr just to read and absorb and look at pretty pictures (i have almost 25k liked posts and almost zero posts of my own, wow). my lack of personal content comes from me feeling afraid to have conviction and my own voice, feeling afraid of making myself vulnerable and “putting myself out there” (they say that we internet-dwelling introverts are reserved IRL and vivacious online where we can better control our interactions, but i must be one of those next-level introverts who is shy online as well. idk), and most especially from a sense that what i have to say is not valid or original or important (or coherent, for that matter, which you might have already noticed). but i have decided that thoughts like that (my voice is not important) are kind of pathological, if that’s the right word, and in the interest of being assertive (a new year’s resolution), i’m not going to indulge them. if everyone went around believing their input wasn’t important no one would ever achieve anything.

i think also this could be a good space for me to work through some things and flesh out ideas - i have a physical diary that i use often but i find that it gets filled pretty much exclusively with rantings on my conflicting desires to love and accept myself as i am and lose ten million pounds in x months and how i am a disgrace to the body positive community for feeling that way. i feel like there’s more opportunity for diversity in content on here (there fucking better be, siobhan).

so yeah here i am just courteously making you aware (warning!) that more of my ~thoughts~ are coming, maybe…

freckledtrekkie:

the worst kind of misogyny

is the kind that seeps out of your uncle’s mouth at christmas dinner

or from your favorite movie you’ve watched 500 times

or that snide comment your cousin makes on vacation

from the people you trust

and so quick

so slickly spoken

you barely catch it 

"The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming." — this popular advice column—which answers the question: “what I would tell my 20 year old self”—is shiver inducing
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"I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don’t know why I’m here. I feel like I’m not real." — Elizabeth Scott, Miracle
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"I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality”." — Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait  (via whiteoceans)
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"A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her." — Such a strong, accurate statement (via 42violethill)
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"It’s very depressing to live in a time where it’s easier to break an atom than a prejudice." — Albert Einstein   (via thepeacefulterrorist)
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"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…" — Sylvia Plath, on rape culture, etc. (via endthymes)
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