“-I thought I was going to get this bike with seven gears and one of them razorblade saddles and purple paint and everything, and they gave me this light blue one. With a basket. A girl’s bike.
-Well. You’re a girl.
-That sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they’re a girl.”—Good Omens - Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (I love how those two write kids!)
"I’ll tell you what is harder than dying in Gaza by an Israeli missile deluxe. What is harder is that you get a phone call from the Israeli army telling you to evacuate your home because it will be bombed in ten minutes. Imagine; ten minutes; and your whole short history on the surface of Earth will be erased.
Gifts you received, photos of your siblings and your children (dead or alive), things that you love, your favorite chair, your books, that last poetry collection your read, a letter from your expatriate sister, reminders of the ones you loved, the smell of your bed, the jasmine tree that hangs off your western window, your daughter’s hair clip, your old clothes, your prayer rug, your wife’s gold, your savings; imagine; all this passes in front of your eyes in ten minutes, all that pain passes while you are struck by surprise.
Then you take your identification papers (passport, birth certificate, etc.) which you have ready in an old metallic candy box, and you leave your home to die a thousand times, or refuse to leave and die once.”
“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”—Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via petrichour)
“The number of people you’ve slept with should have no bearing on whether or not you’re able to find that special person. If a woman I was going to date had slept with 40 guys, that is none of my business - it really isn’t.”— Chris Evans’ interview with Metro (via isengard)
MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE
SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING.
I’m so confused by websites declaring “DIETS DON’T WORK!” like it’s some sort of miracle discovery.
OF COURSE dieting doesn’t work. Because diets by design are supposed to be temporary. You can’t cut protein or carbs or cooked food or whatever the new fad is out of your life forever. As far as I can tell diets are for one of two things: either to get you slimmer for an event (wedding, reunion, etc.) or to jump start a life-long eating habit change.
Note the important words there: LIFE. LONG.
The weight stays off…when you keep up the new regimen FOREVER(over two years in I’m still actively monitoring how healthy my food intake is and finding exercise variations and I’m holding steady at my post-30lbs. loss weight) And diets aren’t designed to be forever so of course they fail.