“People worry about jobs, and what people in the world will think of what they do, but here’s the thing - none of that shit matters. When my mother died, I didn’t care what her job was or if she made a lot of money, the only thing I could think about was all the things I wouldn’t get to share with her. I wouldn’t get to laugh with her, she wouldn’t be there to help me study for my exams, or talk me through a heartache. The experiences that you share with the people you care about is the only thing worth working for. The only thing that, in the end, will matter. You won’t be on your deathbed remembering how you excelled in this or that company, or what grades you got, you’ll think of your loved ones. You’ll think of all the things you shared and mourn all the things you won’t be able to. So don’t bother worrying about societies expectations for you, live freely and love as often as you can.”
— Anonymous 
“I hate the feeling when you have to say goodbye to someone you want to spend every minute with.”
— Unknown (via vcxxcv)

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“I am three people.
A well spoken, daughter of a wealthy family who taught me that manners were more important than anything. A stoner, who would rather smoke joints all day then put forth any effort to integrate into society. I am also a lover. I love instantly and without judgment. I love so many people that I have become overwhelmed with the amount of those I worry about. I can’t be with all of them all of the time and my heart hurts to not have those I love near me.
So I fight every day with which person I’ll be, does it hurt too much to be the lover? Should I just let the stoner win out and stay along this path where I’ve begun to care about nothing…
I don’t know. I guess I’ll just keep going and see who takes over in the end.”
— Anonymous 

[I]magine what would happen if, instead of centering our beliefs about heterosexual sex around the idea that the man “penetrates” the woman, we were to say that the woman’s vagina “consumes” the man’s penis. This would create a very different set of connotations, as the woman would become the active initiator and the man would be the passive and receptive party. One can easily see how this could lead to men and masculinity being seen as dependent on, and existing for the benefit of, femaleness and femininity. Similarly, if we thought about the feminine traits of being verbally effusive and emotive not as signs of insecurity or dependence, but as bold acts of self-expression, then the masculine ideal of the “strong and silent” type might suddenly seem timid and insecure by comparison.

Julia Serano, Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity (“Putting the Feminine Back into Feminism,” pg 329)

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“The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.”
— Jonathan Carroll (via rhymez)

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“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”
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“There is a sacredness in tears….They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.”
— Washington Irving (via quotes-shape-us)

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