Je n’aime pas les hommes; j’aime ce qui les dévore.

Gide, André. Le prométhée mal enchaîné. 

  • Translation: I do not like people; I like what consumes them.

(via wordsnquotes)

haanigram:

DVD OF RELIC HUNTER ALSO ARRIVED, YOU FRENCH PIECE OF TRASH 

it’s troublesome because we don’t understand
July 25th  snk beautiful

White supremacy is the “ethnic” section of the hair aisle. It’s the “African-American” section of the bookstore that’s mostly romance novels for some reason. It’s the prison-industrial complex. It’s Angelina Jolie as Cleopatra.

It’s the fact that most of the wealth and power in the western world sits squarely in the hands of white people. It’s any part of society that treats white as the default and everything else as “other.”

White supremacy is a holdover from the days of colonialism and slavery, but it’s been largely upheld by people who either pretend it’s not there, consciously sustain it, or reinforce it to survive. Respectability politics falls in the latter category.

July 25th  truth racism

andnowimhere:

A M O R E S   P E R R O S  -  2000

raggedytrenchcoats:

The Winchesters: A summary

July 25th  supernatural
July 25th  hime

I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.

Sara Quin (via strangerinsidethetardis)
July 25th  about me

Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.

m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
Finally, this is a series about us [women]. -Kate Mulgrew

fromchive:

Was is a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music — Do I wake or sleep? 

Your madness
Dresses you
Like an old sweater
Comes the winter
and you are sure
That your body
Belongs in that fabric

Recovery is a friend who lives far
Your monster has too many heads
You are tired of slaying
Another quickly grows back

You’re Prometheus on that rock
And the horrible thing is
You did not save humanity from darkness
You did not save yourself from darkness
Your crimes
Are mundane

July 25th  poetry mine