ODE TO LORDE Rolling Stone named you the Girl Who Broke All the Rules, but Ella, you taught us there were no rules to begin with. They say you dress like a Goth and dance like a puppet struck by lightning and you say to them, yes, I do. I am allowed to. I am allowed to be whatever version of myself I want to be today. When pop culture took a magic eraser to your rigid cheeks for their magazines, you told them your skin was not theirs to edit. The next day, I swear I didn’t wear any cover-up to school at all and I still felt beautiful. Lorde, my little cousin heard you say you were a feminist on the radio, and now her and a gaggle of 5th graders call themselves “Club Confident.” From you, millions of girls learned it is cool to be on each other’s team. How revolutionary; busting the system that taught us to see every ponytail as competition and that we are all supposed to like pink but it can only be one of our favorite colors.
ODE TO LORDE, by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don’t you do the same?
Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See (via larmoyante)
toxic masculinity is men only wanting to see Hugh Jackman in violent action films while he just wants to sing show tunes
That’s the cost. That’s the price. Get ready, because when you crush the humanity out of humans, you’re left with humans with no humanity.
Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea (via quoted-books)
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
So was I the only one who thought the new girl who took Hannah’s locker was going to be a recurrent character?
Just me?
Altight.
This is my summary of Midnight Mass
"What are they gonna do, cancel it more?"
No es lo mismo que leer los libros de la escuela. Y, sin embargo, aprendes, de otra manera pero aprendes. Es más divertido. Soy de los pocos en mi salón que saben dónde está Malasia, si no es que el único. El tío Paco dice siempre que esos libros, lo que hacen en ti es crear una "educación sentimental". No sirven para hacerte profesionista o ingeniero o médico. Sirven para hacerte mejor persona. Para que seas lo que quieras ser, pero humano. Y humano es el que piensa por sí mismo, el que se enoja ante las injusticias, el que celebra que se salve el niño en la inundación, el que cree firmemente en lo que cree, el que tiene sueños, el que puede enamorarse perdidamente, a pesar de no tener ni siquiera, todavía, trece años.
- "Persona normal", de Benito Taibo.