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Many white women have said to me, ‘We wanted black women and non-white women to join the movement,’ totally unaware of their perception that they somehow ‘own’ the movement, that they are the ‘hosts’ inviting us as ‘guests.’
bell hooks, “Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center” (via loveyourchaos)

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Funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’ for a little while.
Jeff Bridges - Fallin’ & Flyin’ (via mrjoshua79)

…you hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too.” I glanced up at her. “And you hold them in your joints and your organs and wear them on your skin. You carry your past with you even if you don’t remember any of it.
My Name Is Memory by Ann Brashares (via sincerelynacia)

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Juegas Todos Los Dias by Neruda

A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo

Dejame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas

Quien escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur? 

Ah dejame recordarte como eras entonces, cuando aun no existias.


After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person?
Evelyn Waugh (via kari-shma)

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I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
Jeffrey McDaniel (via fleurishes)

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indelible, adj.
That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising, I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.
David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via xxxhellomaria)

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I’ll go out there and make my mistakes. I’ll fall down, get hurt, cry, laugh, love, and get back up. I’ll stand on the highest mountaintop and go into the deepest caverns. I’ll roam across the world, visit the moon and swim in outer space. I’ll let my imagination run wild and let my spirit soar. Why? Because when my life flashes before my eyes in those final moments, I want to have something worthwhile to watch, with plenty of love and laughter, good times and bad. I don’t want to regret a thing and I plan not to. Remember, it’s not usually the things you do that you regret, it’s the things you don’t do and leave unsaid. Laugh out loud. Cry in the rain. Love with all your heart and soul. Get hurt. Tell the truth. Go crazy. But never forget that you only get one shot. One shot at this day, one shot at this minute. One shot at this age. One shot at life. So make sure your life is one you will enjoy watching in your final moments.
Anna Floyd (via kari-shma)