"Anybody who was content to call you fairly good-looking would describe the Taj Mahal as a pretty nifty tomb"
Cuthbert Banks in “The Clicking of Cuthbert” (P.G. Wodehouse)
Categories: literature, quotes, PG Wodehouse,
"Strength is vanity, and Time is illusion.
I feel you breathing, the rest is confusion.
Your skin touches mine, what else to explain.
I am the hunter of invisible game."
Categories: Bruce Springsteen, music, quotes,
fishingboatproceeds:

Shailene and Ansel on the #tfios set in Pittsburgh. Such a long and wonderful journey to tonight.

fishingboatproceeds:

Shailene and Ansel on the #tfios set in Pittsburgh. Such a long and wonderful journey to tonight.

Categories: still crying, tfios,

Only you can cool my desire

Categories: bruce, dear god,

I’m looking for a word, and I’m afraid I won’t find it.
I’m afraid that this world won’t allow for my word to exist.
That humanity isn’t ready for this word. And never will be.

It is a word for women. All women.
For we have suffered, and we need to put a name to our suffering.

So, how should we describe ourselves? What should our word be?

“Victim?”
No, this word won’t do, for while we have suffered, we’ve also fought.
We’ve fought hard for our bodies and for our minds.
We’ve fought against infinite waves of hatred and violence.

So, how should we describe ourselves? What should our word be?

“Warrior?”
No, this word doesn’t sound like ours. To me, this word sounds like those who have hunted us. Those who have claimed us as their own.
To me, this word sounds like men.

So, how should we describe ourselves? What should our word be?

I’m looking for our word, and I’m afraid I won’t find it.
For, how could this word exist while there are so many others spoken with knowing smiles and easy laughter?
Slut.
Cunt.
Whore.
Tease.
Bitch.
Pussy.
And, the most dangerous of all — “Mine.”
This word so often comes in a whisper, rippling with lust and longing.
But, it is a wolf, wrapped in the white wool of a lamb. For, with this harmless word, we are claimed. Stolen from ourselves and given to others who see it as their right to have us.

I’m looking for a word, and I’m afraid I won’t find it.
I’m afraid that this world won’t allow for this word to exist.
Because the world in which we live sees us as nothing.
And there can be no word for nothing.
So, we are denied a name.

I’m looking for a word, and I’m afraid I won’t find it.
I’m afraid that humanity isn’t ready for this word.

But, I’m ready for this word.
I’m ready to call my suffering by name.
Wounded, Oppressed, Meaningless, Afraid, Nothing.
I’m ready to call my fight by name.
Way-maker, Outsider, Mighty, Angry, “NO.”

I’m looking for a word.
What should our word be?