It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will
have touched.
Brett Elizabeth Jenkins(via cuppycakeandacupoftea)
(via theworldwelivein)
stage makeup converts fairly easily to karaoke makeup and good moods are the best
17 hours ago on January 27, 2012 at 10:14pm
“There was something magical in that time. We all slept in our trailers out by a trailer park in the first month of making that movie. I was sleeping next to Ang’s trailer; Ang’s trailer was next to Heath and Michelle’s trailer—they’d kind of moved in together. And Michael Hausman, the producer, brought his Airstream trailer down. And it was just us, by this river, for a month. And we would walk to set, and we would eat together, and we would make coffee in the morning, and I would wake up in the morning and there would be Ang Lee doing Tai Chi outside of my trailer, and it was just magical.”
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.
Sandra Cisneros(via ludejaw)
I’m pro-choice because the personhood of a embryo/fetus is irrelevant: no person has the right to impose themselves on another’s body.
I’m pro-choice because without the right and ability to say no, we lack the ability to say yes.
I’m pro-choice because every child should have the right to be a chosen child, whether or not their conception was intended.
I’m pro-choice because parenthood is way too damned hard for anyone to be forced into it.
I’m pro-choice because people with uteruses are, y’know, people, and capable of making their own decisions.
I’m pro-choice because there’s no way to ban abortion without upping the death rate of women.
I’m pro-choice because intended or not (and I’d argue it mostly is), the outcomes of abortion bans are misogynist and reify patriarchy.
I’m pro-choice because I refuse to tell you what to do with your body, and I wish the same right extended to me.
I’m pro-choice because banning abortion doesn’t help recognize the personhood of children, it removes the personhood of people with uteruses.
excerpted from Raising My Boychick, a blog on parenting(via tinyvessels)
