Knowing you are alive is feeling the planet buck under you, rear, kick, and try to throw you; you hang on to the ring. It is riding the planet like a log downstream, whooping. Or, conversely, you step aside from the dreaming fast loud routine and feel time as a stillness about you, and hear the silent air asking in so thin a voice, Have you noticed yet that you will die? Do you remember, remember, remember? Then You feel your life as a weekend, a weekend you cannot extend, a weekend in the country.

An American Childhood by Annie Dillard

(p. 151)

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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. (via tullipsink)

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It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.

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This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct

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thank you for existing

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• Satan: [appears]
• Satan: You can have anything you wan--
• Me: LANGUAGE.
• Satan: What?
• Me: GIVE ME EVERY LANGUAGE.
• Satan: What the--?
• Me: YOU SAID ANYTHING. GIVE ME EVERY LANGUAGE IN THE WORLD.
• Satan: Wouldn't you rather have love or money?
• Me: EVERY. LANGUAGE. MASTERY OF EVERY LANGUAGE. NOW.</p>