Kate Mosse, Labyrinth
At the dftba.com warehouse signing posters and marveling at the hard work by the people who get shirts and posters and jewelry to people around the world.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.
—Sierra Demulder (via hamandheroin)
You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
This one always hits me hard. How many times a day do I check myself automatically - do I look okay, do I smell okay, do I sound smart enough, do I sound too smart, am I being too bold. Even when no one is watching.
If you’re reading this, here’s your reminder that it doesn’t matter what men think of you, not even the men who have planted their own unreasonable standards inside your head. You can stop checking yourself.
(Source: , via silencethevoicewithin)