But, in certain cases, carrying on, merely continuing, is superhuman.
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
— Frida Kahlo (via themoonflowers)
(via journalofanobody)
➜ Girl vs. Whale: Every Day is Mother's Day
I grew up a Jewish Jehovah Witness. I lived a childhood full of complicated contradictions. In one house: no birthdays, or holidays, or Heaven and Hell, and The Kingdom Hall three times a week with books to study and answers to highlight. In another house: synagogue on…
➜ Body Positivity For Guys: I'm a Fat Man. Dig It.
The Fat Acceptance movement is just some young girls whining? Tumblr blogs about body image are just self-indulgent? Think again. I’m a middle aged man and I still get embarrassed when I go into a restaurant and have to ask for a table…
older
I take it as a sign of my advancing age that I’m growing more interested in my wife’s portions of the bookshelves than my own. She has all the real books; Mine seem limited to sci-fi, comics, pop sociology, and whatever dark contemporary lit-fic novels that got made into movies over the past ten years.
I remain unsure, though, of whether I’m trying to experience something of more substance, or merely act in a way that I, for whatever reason, believe that I’m supposed to act. Reading the grown-up books and drinking scotch because I’m too old for vodka.
“Shame is not a part of my wardrobe.”
(via fuckyeahfeminists)
