single exposure taken from manhattan bridge. glass prism held in front of lens. excerpt from photo series project. http://thezartorialist.com
I’m the girl whose blood runs with determination like electric charges (x)
Rumpelstiltskin, the son of a coward, raised by spinsters, scared of ending up just like his father.
when you touch something, it touches you. it changes you.
screencap meme: fringe - space
i really love hearing people talk about what they’re passionate about
things like art or science or everything and anything inbetween
hearing someone rant with love and passion is so fantastic
to see their eyes widen and watch their hands move, hear their speech quicken and know their heart is beating faster because every bit of their body just cares so much
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.
Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.