Everybody here has the ability to do anything I do and much beyond. Some of you...– Warren Buffet
Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes...– ― J.M. Darhower, Sempre
“My news is this, I still want you more than any woman I’ve ever seen. I am...– (via figuresandspeeches)
Only months before she had been sitting with her former lover who was taking pride in how young he looked for his age. She had looked at his face and sighed at the lack of lines across his forehead, no crows feet framing his eyes. Boyishness had never been appealing to her and there was something weak about him. Almost like he wanted to be admonished and then forgiven for his wrongs like a...
Sometime in the middle of the night he pulled her body across the bed and tight against his chest. It was where she was used to sleeping, where she always felt safe. And it felt good for a moment until she remembered that she hated him. Yet she still loved him too. But that love was dying inside her and turning slowly turning her body into a graveyard. She hated him with all the passion reserved...
If you were born with a female body, other people will always feel entitled to tell you what to do with it. Have babies, don’t have babies, cover it up, show some skin, lose weight, gain weight, get implants, how dare you get implants…it’s like you live in a prison and belong to anyone but yourself. We still tell our victims of sex crimes that they were “asking for it.” And it’s not just...
It isn’t what you did in the past that will affect the present. It’s what you do...– Paulo Coelho, “Aleph” (via minniegupta)
Few things as depressing to me as Men who only apologize or do the right thing...– Yashar Ali
Change your thinking, your attitude will be different. Change your attitude,...
“You don’t show much emotion. Is that an Indian thing?” he asked, snapping her out of her reverie. She gave a small, forced laugh. “Do you think that all the centuries of arranged marriages bred every ounce of feeling out of us?” “You have a lot of feelings. You just don’t like to show them.” He leaned forward to touch her face. ...
Nowadays, anyone who committed the crime of trying to do something with her life...– One Fifth Avenue by Candace Bushnell
Notes on traveling the world
My first time in South America I remembered that someone had once told me that the water in toilet bowls swirled in the opposite direction in the southern hemisphere. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom in my Buenos Aires hotel room and flushed the toilet in anticipation. Water swirled. I stared at it, realizing that I never paid attention to which way the water flushed in North America. I...
‘You are one of the most selfish people I’ve ever known. I’ve...– The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach
…my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were...– New Moon by Stephanie Meyer
His office was an old-school therapist’s office…innocuous paintings, green plants, a box of tissues and an overstuffed brown leather couch. She was so tired that she considered lying down. But the squeaks her movements made intimidated her. She tried to sit as quietly as possible. “Tired today?” he asked, peering at her over his glasses. “Nightmares again last...
He can’t bear to look at the scars on her arm From the night he made her cry From the night she wanted to die. He blurs his vision With a haze of smoke With a line of coke Tells himself at least it’s not whiskey After he finishes his third bottle of wine “Everything is going to be fine.”
You are not ready for this much cuteness—the kids of the Providence School serenading us on our visit today :)
She suffered in silence...
Not because she believed a word he said, but because she knew how actions were more powerful than words. He said she would never find someone better than him. He might have even believed what he said, the way men often consider themselves the greatest thing to come into a woman’s life. “How are you going to do any better?” he asked her every time she was unhappy. Years...
She suspected that her inability to love had something to do with her inability to delude herself. Love was self-delusion. People ignore the obvious truths, ignore their instincts and smile, kiss, make love, fool themselves over and over again. Smile, lie, fuck. Repeat steps one through three.
One story always stuck out in my head from the Mahabharat—the tale of Draupadi and how she ended up with five husbands. Draupadi was a princess, and princesses were married off by swayamvara (which is an awful lot like “the Bachelorette.”) Men had to win certain challenges to win the hand of the princess. A prince named Arjuna won the princess and brought her back home to his...
I remember you...
My older sister had magazines like YM and Seventeen laying around. I remember flipping thorugh one and coming across a picture of a certain singer. The caption described him as a bad boy. I just thought he was beautiful. Twenty years into the future, I am engaged to him. Can’t say no one ever warned me…
When I was in kindergarten, I was playing Barbies with a friend when her older brother decided to chase me around with a naked, headless Ken doll, screaming at me “DON’T YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME???” He was held back a year, so he was in my first grade class. Boys were getting in trouble for going around kissing girls on the playground. I felt a pair of lips on the back of my...
“Do you believe in soul mates?” he asked. She stared at the bubbles in her champagne before answering. “Why yes, I do. I believe there is one perfect human being on this Earth for each of us. I found mine, but unfortunately I lost him so I’m forced to spend the rest of my life in fake and empty relationships.” As she said it, she wondered if she was joking. ...
When you are envious of others doing well, you put yourself into a state of...
I’m like a cat…independant, a survivor with 9 lives. You know I want you when I slink up against you. You know you’re doing something right when I’m purring, but I’ll hiss if I’m rubbed the wrong way. Abandon me and I’ll just wander into a new yard, find new prey. Relatively calm, but don’t back me into a corner or else the claws will come out.
It isn’t what you did in the past that will affect the present. It’s...– Paulo Coelho, “Aleph”
And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine...– Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
I fantasize about time travel. I wish for the Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. My memory is like beauty or intelligence—looks to an outsider like a gift but feels like a burden or a curse. When you can’t forget you are forced to obsess. I have a memory that researchers wanted to study. Hyperthymesia—a superior autobiographical memory. My mind records things like a video...
Leaving the show in Lima, Peru
It’s magic ;)
A whole lotta love in Asuncion, Paraguay!
Beauty is strange. It will make you loved and hated, coddled and mistreated. As a woman, you will be criticized for not having it and then criticized for doing what it takes to get it. If you do have it, it will be speculated to be fake, weather by cosmetics, plastic surgery, photoshop, smoke and mirrors… Our eyes naturally seek out beauty. Even how your own expression changes when you...
He followed me down an aisle in the grocery store. “Do you know where the mayonaise is?” I shook my head. “You could just answer me!” he screamed at me. I looked at him incredulously. “I don’t work here, twat!” Here is one of the guys who has been misinformed that grocery stores were pickup joints. That every woman pushing a shopping cart is open...
“So you don’t believe in soul mates?” “Oh, I do. And I found mine and lost him, so I damned to roam the earth lonely and having empty relationships for the rest of this incarnation,” she said casually, sipping her drink. He laughed. He figured she was being sarcastic as usual. But she was afraid that she was serious.
Sebastian onstage with guns n roses, demonstrating his signature headbang
Never get involved with bitter men. The kind who tell you how horrible all women in LA, New York or this century are. The kind who always go searching for cracks and when they find no flaw they say it must be artificial. And not just because they will eventually cast you in the role of the women who wronged them. But because you can tell more about a person by how they describe others than what...
Before she knew it, it was another too-bright morning in her bedroom. Her champagne buzz from the night before had worn off and the sun wouldn’t let her sleep past the hopelessness she felt. She sighed and tiptoed over to her coffee pot. Today she remembered a story her mother used to tell her about her great-great grandfather in India. On the night before his daughter’s wedding...