I’ve been told by producers, “Well, you know we need to get on this because you’re not getting any younger…” Women are reminded of their age all the time and it’s usually by a fricking fat, big-bellied old man with a comb-over and you look at him and you’re like, “Really? Give me a break. You just have more money and more power in this situation than I do, but not in my life.

Zoe Saldana (x)

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Lonneke Engel for Guess Jeans, Fall 1996

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The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness,”…

Lindy West, “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit”   (via rumine)

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Charlotte Gray (2001)

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You are not dead yet. It is not too late
To open your depths by plunging into them
And drink in the life
That reveals itself quietly there.

Rainer Maria Rilke (via heartandsoulwideopen)

artetak:

Still one of my favorite runway shows.
Alexander McQueen Spring/ Summer 2005 

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sukforhonesty:


Look at nature. The weak are destroyed so that the strong survive. One must have the courage to let the weak die. 

Roberto Rossellini’s Germany, Year Zero

sukforhonesty:

Look at nature. The weak are destroyed so that the strong survive. One must have the courage to let the weak die. 

Roberto Rossellini’s Germany, Year Zero

apoetreflects:

Why, when this short span of being could be spent
like the laurel, a little darker than all
the other green, the edge of each leaf fluted
with small waves (like the wind’s smiles)—why,
then, do we have to be human and, avoiding fate,
long for fate?

—Rainer Maria Rilke, opening strophe to “The Ninth Elegy,” from Duino Elegies and the Sonnets of Orpheus, translated from the German by A. Poulin, Jr., (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)

invisiblestories:

Inuit Genealogy, Jean Malaurie (via huldrapress)

invisiblestories:

Inuit Genealogy, Jean Malaurie (via huldrapress)

It was only the sea sounding weary
After so many lifetimes
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere
And never getting anywhere.

Late September, Charles Simic (via alighthouseofwords)