Where the Heart is

yumeninja: bemusedlybespectacled: ramoorebooks: opinionatedlez...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:55:00 -0400

bemusedlybespectacled:

ramoorebooks:

opinionatedlez:

Here are some awesome and empowering quotes from several very strong female celebrities.

And Kristen Stewart.

No, you know what? Fuck you.

Let me tell you about Kristen Stewart.

Let’s talk about how she’s the centerpiece of one of the most inexplicably popular misogynistic pieces of film shit and somehow gets blamed for it sucking, despite the fact that, hey, the books were actually worse. For those who were lucky enough to escape reading the actual books, her apparent lack of emotion is 100% accurate to Bella’s character, because Bella is in fact not a character but a blank white wall for fourteen-year-old girls to project themselves onto. Robert Pattinson is not the only one in the cast who hates Twilight, thank you.

Let’s talk about how she got crucified in the media for having an affair with a married man, when that man was her director. And let’s remember that she was called all manner of things for “ruining her relationship with RPattz” when she wasn’t even engaged to the dude, let alone married with kids. But oh no, she gets called a slut because she’s Kristen Stewart, she gets her career fucked because she’s Kristen Stewart, and the dude gets off scott free.

Let’s talk about how she is incredibly shy and anxious (rather, incidentally, like Chris Evans) but does film anyway, because she’s just that awesome.

Fuck your noise. She’s not the best actor in the world but she sure as hell doesn’t deserve that kind of shit.

Reblogging for original post… And
Circle and underline the Very True comment about how kristen stewart was crucified vs people giving the married man involved a free pass. Wtf?!

You want to talk about feminism?
How is doing something like that beneficial to women?

I don’t approve of cheating, but I approve even less of double fucking standards and women who perpetuate double standards on other women just because they dont like said ‘other woman’.

Our biggest “enemy” is not men, it is our perception and our treatment of other women.

I was in the shower when I realized that the black marks on the wall that I always looked at a year...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:38:44 -0400

I was in the shower when I realized that the black marks on the wall that I always looked at a year ago while lather, rinse, and repeat-ing my hair were painted over and gone. And it became very apparent very quickly that I don’t live here anymore. My home is elsewhere.

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jtotheizzoe: edwardspoonhands: neilcicierega: Wow a lot of...

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:37:16 -0400

jtotheizzoe:

edwardspoonhands:

neilcicierega:

Wow a lot of very shrewd minds have pointed out inaccuracies in my inspirational Einstein image. Just goes to show you what an incredible resource for fact-checking that Tumblr is.

I have updated the image to reflect the amazing truth about this amazing man.

<3 Neil

Welcome to 1 in 5 internet quotes!
I am so happy someone did this.

present-fiction: Dead.

Wed, 08 May 2013 02:43:57 -0400

present-fiction:

Dead.

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Wed, 08 May 2013 02:31:36 -0400

"So, you wanna know what I want? I want it all. I want to be in love so much it hurts. The frissons...."

Wed, 08 May 2013 02:23:17 -0400

“So, you wanna know what I want? I want it all. I want to be in love so much it hurts. The frissons. The pin pricks. The mind-blowing sex. The connection. And I want to be married with kids I adore and a husband who makes me feel safe, sexy, smart, secure, silly, serious, salacious, sinful, serene, satisfied. I want someone who makes me laugh until milk comes out of my nose (only I don’t drink milk). I want to finish someone’s sentences. I want to believe in someone, in something, in a future that’s not just about laundry and soccer practice ad subdivisions and minivans and guilt-tripping grandparents. I want to make someone a better person. I want to be a good example. I want to love some kids into the world. I want someone who stimulates my brain as much as my body. I want to taste everything and go everywhere. I want to give and I want to get. I want too much and I want it all in one person.”

- Other People’s Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See (via everybodyphoto)

hey, whatcha doing? are these the internets? can I internet...

Sun, 05 May 2013 15:16:10 -0400

hey, whatcha doing? are these the internets? can I internet too?

For you.

Sun, 05 May 2013 06:49:00 -0400

I love you because of your smile.
I love you because of your laugh.
I love you because of your hair.
I love you because of your style.
I love you because of your smirk.
I love you because of your talents.
I love you because of your compassion.
I love you because of your hunger for adventure.
I love you because of your family.
I love your face lines.
I love your perfectly straight teeth after only months of braces.
I love your eyes.
I love your arms that hold me.

I love your hands that feel me.
I love your chest that I lay on.
I love who you were.
I love who you are.
I love who you will be.
I will always love you.
& as it will be the rest of our lives, I will love you more tomorrow than I did today.

-a

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kirbyan: IRON MAN 3 poster without the text — enjoy

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:02:34 -0400

kirbyan:

IRON MAN 3 poster without the text — enjoy

manif3stlove: WOMEN TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS THIS.

Thu, 02 May 2013 19:04:38 -0400

manif3stlove:

WOMEN TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS THIS.

cuteys: awwww

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:07:31 -0400

cuteys:

awwww

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jtotheizzoe: From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah...

Thu, 02 May 2013 00:59:16 -0400

jtotheizzoe:

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

The full poem:

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,—
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,—
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

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