Carrie Fisher (via phd-student-ttu)
How dare you tell me ‘I am not like most girls’,
when those ‘girls’ you refer to
are my sisters and mothers, my friends,
the very solace and the kindness I have sought
when the worst things in my life have happened?
How dare you assume
I should take that as a compliment,
and beam at you like it is praise
when you are alienating me
from the very core
of my proudly female being?
There are a thousand ways
to tell me you love me,
and making my sisters small
to make me big
isn’t one of them.
Tell me you love me, but not because I am different.
Tell me you love me, just because you do.
‘You Aren’t like Most Girls’ | Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
Ashe Vernon, from “Skeleton Song,” Wrong Side of a Fistfight (via pacificaly)
quick reminder: hitler took a sign of peace in the buddhist community and tarnished it and used it as a sign to promote his agenda’ so when buddhist people found out that their symbol that was only ever used to display a sign of peace and was a clear sign of their religion, they didn’t argue and whine like children over trying to fly this symbol after the events of the holocaust, they all as a group decided that it was best to never use the symbol again, and even had signs in remote buddhist villages that were reminding others they could no longer use this symbol because it’s meaning would be forever tied with the millions of innocent people that were killed under the use of the symbol
so i don’t fucking get why it’s so hard for white people to let go of this symbol of oppression; since this flag has never had any connection to peace and it never fucking will
From Here To There: A growing map of Manhattan made only of directions from strangers on scraps.
“I hope we last. I hope we do.
But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
(via mangohtangoh)
this is the kind of content we all deserve to see
― Before We Go (2014)
Harry: There is no perfect. There will always be struggle. You just have to pick who you want to struggle with.
one of the greatest scenes in tv history. and all in 60 seconds.