Month: November 2015
Jane Eyre + book quotes.
This is why this book will always and forever be one of my favorites.
I JUST CAN’T GET OVER THIS OKAY
LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME STARRY-EYED EXCITEMENT
IF THIS IS NOT ART OR CUTE OR JUST PURELY BRILLIANT I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS
me to my significant other: you should watch this show
s/o: yeah maybe
me: let me rephrase that, if you value this relationship-
Tbh stop treating cigarette smokers like shit. The intersections of smoking, minority stress, mental illness, and poverty are *undeniable.* Nicotine is an appetite suppressant, a cigarette is cheaper than a meal. Smoking is hella prevalent in people w/ eating disorders. It’s used to self-medicate adhd, schizophrenia, and bipolar disorder. Cigarettes are cheaper than mental health care for the uninsured. It could also be a habit someone undiagnosed picks up. Cigarettes are one of the most socially acceptable ways to self-harm, you won’t get fired for smoking but you could/would get fired if you came to work with visible self-harm scars. Lots of people start smoking *because* it’s bad for you. All oppressed groups are more vulnerable to addiction than the general population (minority stress) and nicotine is a relatively low (immediate) risk outlet for addiction/pleasure seeking behavior.
This means that when you are openly talking shit about smokers, you are probably talking about poc, mentally ill people, queer people, poor people etc. At this point, it’s pretty safe to assume people know cigarettes are terrible for them, they are probably smoking for a reason. I’m not defending smoking, I’m not saying it is not bad for you. I’m saying if you actually want to help people, start addressing WHY people smoke. Protect vulnerable people and fight the systems that make them vulnerable.
Guns vs Swords
ChatGuns: Cancer, Gemini, Aries, Capricorn
Swords: Virgo, Taurus, Libra, Scorpio
Both: Sagittarius, Pisces, Aquarius, Leo
Fingers in my mouth, his other hand resting at the back of my neck, those two things always get my attention. My mind quiets, my breathing slows and I can focus on just being. He’ll use that time to talk about things he wants to try with me. Rope, wrestling, positioning and posing. All of that, described in glorious detail. I sometimes catch myself humming and drooling a bit as he talks. My anxious brain can chill, if only for a bit, and I just take note of everything. The way his accent peaks out when he’s excited, the way his fingers bounce when he brings something new up, how our chests start to rise and fall in unison. It’s intimate and soft and true. Sometimes, he describes things that I don’t think I’d like, but that’s okay too. I’ll tell him so and he’ll gather information and move on or reformulate. That’s one of the best feelings. We can be vulnerable, and when it’s a no, that no is never harsh.