“You know, equality is a myth, and for some reason, everyone accepts the fact that women don’t make as much money as men do. I don’t understand that. Why do we have to take a backseat? I truly believe that women should be financially independent from their men. And let’s face it, money gives men the power to run the show. It gives men the power to define value. They define what’s sexy. And men define what’s feminine. It’s ridiculous.”—Beyonce Knowles dropping truth bombs in GQ Magazine | February 2013 (via cunicular)
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.
A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.
A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life…
“I have, over the years, experimented with different looks for my armpits. Some days, a shaved armpit just looks a bit…boring. If I’m wearing jeans and a vest top, and I’m hanging with my homies, it’s quite nice to go a bit George Michael—a bit ‘Faith,’ with a flash of four day fuzz. There’s something pleasingly musky about it—like you’ve been too busy living the bohemian dream, souping up your hot rod, to do something as mimsy as shave. On other occasions, I’ve grown it properly long—a hollow of damp curls, like it’s 1969 all over again, and my entire life is made of Indian gauze, sitars, and hash.”—
“If I’m going to spunk £500 on a pair of designer shoes, it’s going to be a pair that I can (a) dance to “Bad Romance” in and (b) will allow me to run away from a murderer, should one suddenly decide to give chase. That’s the minimum I ask from my footwear. To be able to dance in it, and for it not to get me murdered.”—Caitlin Moran, How to be a Woman (via brucklethings)
“When I hear a woman talking about how their wedding is going to be/was the best day of their life, I can’t help but think, You just haven’t taken enough MDMA in a field at 3am, love.”— Caitlin Moran (via hateeverybeautifulday)
“I am not wholly unfashionable. I have learned some things about style over the years. … if — through chaos, fate, and backed-up laundry — you end up in an outfit of alarming randomness (socks, Crocs, tuxedo jacket, and tricorne hat), you just look people in the eye and say, with crocodilian self-assurance: “I don’t like to be too … matchy-matchy.””—Caitlin Moran, How to be a Woman (via brucklethings)
“Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there. That gnaws away at the night-time hours desperate for a sign and appears at breakfast so self-composed. That longs for certainty, fidelity, compassion, and plays roulette with anything precious.
Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness.
We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not.
You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.”—
Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
Yep, this novel just continues to speak straight into my blood and my bones.