On a Wednesday, in a cafe


I definitely knew quote posts were a thing, and I didn’t just figure this out two minutes ago when someone told me.

- withoneword

Coworker: “Okay, we’re having a visitor from our new district manager tomorrow, so we actually have to [ink] tag all of the [two huge brands] by tomorrow.”

Me: “Uh.  Okay.”

Her: “Okay, my shift is over, bye.”

Me: *rings customers out on register for almost four straight hours, only stopping to add two giant carts worth of fitting room to the giant pile of fitting room that already has to be put back.*

Me to coworker who’s just come in: “Okay. You just need to put these two rolling racks of clothes away, as well as those four carts of clothes.  And check the fitting room.  And ring out customers.  And it’s been so busy, that I never was able to ink tag any of those brands that need to be tagged by tomorrow.”

Her: “… What?”

Me: “Okay, my shift is over, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye.”

Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

- Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via artvevo)

(Source: joshbgosh1)

And my heart’s not breaking, ‘cause I’m not feeling anything at all.

I can’t remember what it’s like to eat without planning for it, charting the calories and the fat content and measuring my hips and thighs to see if I deserve it and usually deciding no, I don’t deserve it.

- (via hi-iam-a-wallflower)

We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

- Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson (via quotemybooks)

I was shocked when I realized how ignorant boys are about this… It became clear in 2002, after five years of pretty heavy school visits, and people putting the book into the curriculum. In every single demographic—country, city, suburban, various economic classes, ethnic backgrounds—I’d go into a class and talk about the book. And usually by the end, a junior boy would say, ‘I love the book, but I really didn’t get why she was so upset.’ I heard that so many times. The first couple dozen times I sort of freaked, and then I got down from my judgmental podium and started to ask questions. It became clear that teen boys don’t understand what rape is.


-Laurie Halse Anderson about traveling to high schools to talk about her YA book ‘Speak’, as quoted in The Wire.

I saw this quoted on tumblr before, but I couldn’t find it and wanted to post it after reblogging that quote about parents spending less time reading to their sons, and the relationship between reading fiction and empathy.

I think it’s important to encourage literacy among children, and I think it’s even more important to encourage empathy. Yet, talking about gender gaps in empathy and literacy brings up other questions.

If reading fiction encourages and teaches empathy, representation matters. When we look at popular main characters and authors, it too often seems that we’re just reminding girls to empathize with boys. (And not even all boys!!!) Representation matters. It matters when the people you learn empathy from (authors) neither empathize nor ask you to empathize with oppressed groups.

Most (if not all) of the narratives about rape those boys had likely been exposed to were porn narratives. Most of the representation of women those boys had likely seen were women as sexual objects, not people, and certainly not the kinds of people anyone is meant to empathize with.

(via nietzschesthetic)


"There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.
I am thawing”


"There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.

I am thawing”


Fucking. Coupons.


why are people always so pissy about the fact that taylor swift writes the majority of her songs about love and relationships like she’s a 23 year old white girl from pennsylvania what do you want her to write about the thug life