“Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.”—By Joshua Espinoza (via wethinkwedream)
it’s interesting but also terrifying to see the ways that capitalism has shaped our language and how we talk about bodies. can you be useful? can you be a productive member of society? can you work? can you make money? that is all this comes back to. so much ableist and fat phobic rhetoric is, at its core, does your body enable you to produce capital. if not, then you are useless and don’t deserve humanity.
“The bourgeoisie loves so-called “positive” types and novels with happy endings since they lull one into thinking that it is fine to simultaneously acquire capital and maintain one’s innocence, to be a beast and still be happy.”—Anton Chekhov, in a letter to A.S. Suvorin. (April 13, 1895)
My parents are convinced that everyone is against transgendered individuals and are therefore using that to justify their stopping me from going ahead with my hormone treatment. everyone that reblogs this will go in a book for my parents. Please Help!
“Your ‘comfort zone’ includes most of the world. Our ‘comfort zones’ don’t. That’s what disability means. You have the luxury of ‘leaving your comfort zone’ by choice; we have to step outside ours every day in order to survive. We have to navigate sensory issues and crowds and social interaction in order to function, and while those things are more or less mundane and effortless to you, they aren’t to us. So the choice not to do something outside our ‘comfort zone’ is not about boxing ourselves in or refusing to ‘grow’ - it’s an effort to minimize the times when we have to do something we find unnatural and unpleasant, even harmful. Frankly, if I never hear about the importance of ‘stepping outside your comfort zone’ again, I’ll be a happy woman.”—My mom, telling off my grandmother during our latest visit, after she expressed some concern based on the news of some social or physical thing or other that I didn’t want to do, and therefore made the decision not to do. Man, I’ve disagreed with my mother about some politics and some autism-related intra-community stuff before, but sometimes she does get it right. (via 8-11-3-2-3-2-9)
“I have no feelings of guilt regarding the books I have not read and perhaps will never read; I know that my books have unlimited patience. They will wait for me till the end of my days.”—Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night (via observando)
“It hardly matters why a library is destroyed: every banning, curtailment, shredding, plunder or loot gives rise (at least as a ghostly presence) to a louder, clearer, more durable library of the banned, looted, plundered, shredded or curtailed.”—Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night (via observando)
“Only yesterday a smart young Ph.D. student told me his supreme goal was to keep himself from checking his email more than once an hour, though he doubted he would achieve such iron discipline in the near future. At present it was more like every five to ten minutes. So when we read there are more breaks, ever more frequent stops and restarts, more input from elsewhere, fewer refuges where the mind can settle. It is not simply that one is interrupted; it is that one is actually inclined to interruption. Hence more and more energy is required to stay in contact with a book, particularly something long and complex.”—Reading: The Struggle by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books (via infoneer-pulse)