June 2012
“You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.”
—Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison (via thechocolatebrigade)
Hey. Don’t feel sorry for me just because I’m a big/chubby/plump/fat gal. I am for the first time in my life digging how I look and how I’m presenting myself. And no matter how much it’s said even if I’m not slender or stick thin, I’m still a fucking gorgeous gal. No matter if I dress in dresses or just wear band shirts and vans. I’m fucking lovely. That is all. Rant over.
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
—Sylvia Plath (via nnick-andopolis)
