"My ideas usually come not at my desk writing, but in the midst of living." - Anais Nin
"But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin."
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via andlionheart)
"Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone; but, when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me."
— (via coffeeaddictdina)
(Source: mrcheyl, via coffeeaddictdina)
"You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering."
— Ernest Hemingway (via auspicious—infp)
"If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands."
— (via jesusfuckmechrist)
(Source: anachronica, via whackedup)
"Many lesbians (myself included) often bash our bodies and our hearts to pieces against the stigma of lesbianism by trying to turn to men. It’s damaging, dating and fucking and maybe even loving people that, somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it is unnatural for you to date and fuck and maybe love. It wears you down on the inside and forces you to discard your true self, your queer self. Like the gay man who wrote this piece, I mourn all those years of lost opportunities for true love, for emotionally healthy sex, for the sense of rightness that comes with living your truth. For the gay/bi/pan/asexual, heteronormativity is a thief and a liar, and can be so subtle that we barely even notice its presence until we find ourselves surrounded by it, immersed in it, with all the flaws of our otherness reflected at and through and within us. It breeds a hatred of self. It cuts quickly and deeply. And it leaves you helpless and afraid. You can know all along who you truly are and still try to be someone else."
— Ciara Joy on what patriarchy, heterosexism, and heteronormativity do to the black queer psyche. (via sonofbaldwin)
"I am just like my mother. I buy books and tell myself that I am buying wisdom and at the end of my life, I own a house full of books. When I was little, I thought that the water came out of the showerhead because it was crying. This is because I heard my mother crying and thought it was the showerhead."
— Ken Chen, “Essay on Crying at Night” (via willnotanswertokate)
There’s a difference between bastardizing an item and giving it room to breathe, grow, and change with the times. When Chinese people cook Chinese food or Jamaicans cook Jamaican, there’s no question what’s going on. Just make it taste good. When foreigners cook our food, the want to infuse their identity into the dish, they have a need to be part of the story and take it over. For some reason, Americans simply can’t understand why this bothers us. “I just want to tell my story?!? I loved my vacation to Burma! What’s wrong with that?” It’s imperialism at work in a sauté pan. You already have everything, do you really really, really need a Burmese hood pass, too? Can we live?
Writers ask me: “So, should Americans be allowed to cook ethnic food they didn’t grow up with?”
I reply by asking: Are you interested in this food because it’s a gimmick you can apply to French or New-American food to separate yourself from others? Or, will you educate your customers on where that flavor came from? Will you give credit where it’s due or will you allow the media to prop you up as the next Marco Polo taking spices from the Barbarians Beyond the Wall and “refining” them? The most infuriating thing is the idea that ethnic food isn’t already good enough because it goddamn is. We were fine before you came to visit and we’ll be fine after. If you like our food, great, but don’t come tell me you’re gonna clean it up, refine it, or elevate it because it’s not necessary or possible. We don’t need fucking food missionaries to cleanse our palates. What we need are opportunities outside kitchens and cubicles.
— Eddie Huang, Fresh off the Boat (via yiheyuans)
"The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met. If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you can use lycopodium powder. That’s what I’ll find. A tub of lycopodium powder, and I will sprinkle it on my needs and find out how large they are. Then when I meet someone I can write up the experiment and show them what they have to take on. Except they might have a growth rate I can’t measure, or they might mutate, or even disappear."
— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via somesmallness)