From me to the world
From me to the world
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"A boy and a girl run around on the grass at the park. The boy tackles the girl. The girl laughs. She gets up and runs away. She loves to run. He chases, she turns and they grab each other, tumble and land in a pile, giggling. After a few minutes, he tackles her again and she lands a bit hard. She is bigger and physical, but he more than holds his own in roughhousing. She pauses for a second. Then she laughs again; she’s still having fun.

Dad gets his attention, and says, "If she’s not having fun, you have to stop."

He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained."
Yes Means Yes Blog (Visions Of Female Sexual Power & A World Without Rape)
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"Let’s continue this conversation in bed, she whispered, my legs can’t wait to hear what your hands have to say."
Michael Faudet (via iamcharliesangel)
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"How to love your depressed lover. Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort. Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.”"
(via iamcharliesangel)
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"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary."
Chuck Palahniuk (via psych-facts)
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"We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started."
HENRY WARD BEECHER (via psych-facts)
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"If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands."
(via iamcharliesangel)
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"I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand."
Albert Camus (via iamcharliesangel)
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"What you do matters, but why you do it matters so much more."
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)