tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Listen, because we never know how much time we have and wenever, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go outand we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magicand you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Pleasepromise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurtssomeone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show youand tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tearsthey are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shouldersand are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water insteadfor one day that rock will be sand and it will have been youand only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let life and all of its folly steal the breath from your bodyand replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues withoutapology.  Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk ittruly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you.  Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to healmore than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scrapedand scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one daysomeone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertipsdown the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel thesmallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Listen, because we never know how much time we have and we
never, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go out
and we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:

Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magic
and you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Please
promise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurts
someone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show you
and tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite
their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tears
they are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shoulders
and are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water instead
for one day that rock will be sand and it will have been you
and only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let
life and all of its folly steal the breath from your body
and replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;
the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues without
apology. 

Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk it
truly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you. 
Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.
It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to heal
more than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scraped
and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day
someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips
down the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly
and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the
smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

"Do not accept an evil you can change."

— E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (via adderalldust)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via adderalldust)

Some Handy Examples of How Non-Sex Working Feminists Can Aid in Critiquing the Sex Industry

  • Your women's studies prof: Class, do you think pornography enables male entitlement?
  • You: Well, according to this essay I read by someone who does porn, it doesn't make a lot of sense to just critique it as a piece of media + not a site + product of highly stigmatized labor. So, yes, it does, but that may largely be beside the point of where and how male violence occurs in relation to pornography.
  • That lady at your local NOW chapter: It is WRONG for men to purchase sex, therefore we must make it illegal.
  • You: I agree that capitalist conditions create coercive and abusive situations for those in the sex industry, but carceral solutions don't address that underlying issue.
  • Your younger sister: *points at a Maxim magazine cover* Isn't it wrong that there are all these sexualized pictures of women everywhere?
  • You: It's wrong that the male gaze is all-pervasive and our idea of the ideal woman is profoundly racist, sizeist, ableist, and cissexist. It's also wrong that these images exist within the context of a violent patriarchal culture, but the images themselves are not wrong.
  • Some rando in your ask box: How do we end the abuse of people in the sex industries?
  • You: Let me link you to this blog by sex workers advocating for workers' rights.
  • Your boyfriend: Why is there so much bad sex in porn?
  • You: Let me show you this essay on porn by a sex worker.
  • Your girlfriend: Stripping is exploitative.
  • You: Let me show you this academic article written by a stripper.
  • Your aunt: Dominatrices probably think they're empowered but really--
  • You: Here's a thing written by a sex worker.
  • Your grandpa: Prostitution--
  • You: Here's a thing written by a sex worker.
  • Your cat:
  • You: Good point, let me read you this issue of Prose & Lore out loud.
  • You: *signal boosts our words + shows up at rallies + emails legislators + gives orgs like Abeni + Sex Workers Project all your damn money*
"Again and again, I have to insist that feminist solidarity rooted in a commitment to progressive politics must include a space for rigorous critique, for dissent, or we are doomed to reproduce in progressive communities the very forms of domination we seek to oppose."

bell hooks, Outlaw Culture: Resisting Representations, 1994, p. 67 (via feministquotes)

(via becauseiamawoman)

ready-to-fight:

 
"

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

"

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via michellekpoems)

"Even if it makes others uncomfortable, I will love who I am."

Janelle Monáe (via stayherewithus)

(via anditslove)

acomas:

gillyandersons:

No more excuses. No more silence. No more violence. No more.

this seriously needs more notes i cant even

(Source: gillyandersons)

annmarcaida:

image

Trap her
before her body
learns rhythm
of ocean.

Keep her that she believes
herself the moon. Teach her
to know no pull but yours.

To live in excess
is to seek balance.

She will believe herself
to be all of existence and
the space that cradles.

Bathe her —…

tattoolit:

This is from Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey.
I knew I wanted to get Austen’s words on my arm, so after re-reading all six major works, this line from Northanger jumped out at me; it’s a reminder to be kind to myself and that joy can be a choice you make.

tattoolit:

This is from Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey.

I knew I wanted to get Austen’s words on my arm, so after re-reading all six major works, this line from Northanger jumped out at me; it’s a reminder to be kind to myself and that joy can be a choice you make.

(Source: eagle4ever, via grrls)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #870 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #870 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

"This is how thoroughly we women have been sexualized, that we cannot make the kind of noises that come with physical exertion without it being associated with sex. In fact, everything about our bodies has been sexualized in one way or another. If we groan during sport or we breast-feed in public, we are criticized for making people think about sex. If we talk openly about things like menstruation and poop and farts, then we are criticized for making people not want to think about sex.

Think about what it means to be ladylike and all of the adjectives that go along with it: elegant, cultured, classy, sophisticated. To be successful at being feminine means being successful at being private, keeping your body’s natural functions behind closed doors and never letting anyone know they exist. It means to be constrained, that you do not let your legs spread wide in public transportation and you do not make noises that are harsh on the ears. It means presenting a polished, shiny surface to the world at all times, one that allows others to project whatever they wish onto you while never showing too much of your true self."

Women’s tennis and the gender politics of grunting   (via chubby-bunnies)

(via jamaislaou)

loseyourkeyss:

this gave me goosebumps the first time I heard it and I’ve reblogged it like 10 times since

(Source: willherandales, via bythelighthouse)