We need more fantasy books about women, period. But we particularly need more books about real women: heroines with their priorities in order, to whom both male and female readers can relate. Readers need to demand such heroines; publishers need to take a chance on them. There are all kinds of women out there; many of us contribute to society, and many of us go unnoticed in a crowd. But we are still worth writing about, still worth publishing…and still waiting to see ourselves on the cover of that fantasy novel. Erika Johansen (via hccfrenzy)
If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via jessicapshaw)
Music should be like making love - sometimes you want it soft and tender, other times you want it hard and aggressive.
Jeff Buckley, when someone heckled him from the aduience - ‘Stop playing that heavy stuff!’ (via kitty-en-classe)
You will be left. You will be left with feelings you have no place for. You will try to remove them, try to get them out of you. It won’t work because the feelings aren’t solid. You can’t throw them up. You can’t cut them out. You can’t stomp on them with stiletto pumps. You have to have them. They cannot be left. They are not you.
You will continue to wake up in the morning. You will sleep in every bed except your own. You will skip breakfast but you will eat lunch. You will eat dinner. You will eat breakfast tomorrow.
You will get dressed. You will make yourself beautiful for no one in particular. You will make yourself beautiful for no one but yourself. You will need to do this. You will have something to prove.
You will get in the car. You will drive to the book store. You will drive to the pharmacy. You will drive to the highway and consider going back home. You will not go back home.
You will go hiking. You will bring your dog. You will bring your friends. You will go alone. You will learn the most when you go alone. Your iPod will die and you will listen to the forest. You will listen to the river. You will listen to the trees. You will stand at the edge of a cliff without jumping.
You will cry. You will cry to your roommates, to your pillow, to your ex-lover on the phone. You will try to stop crying. You will yell. You will scream. You will curse. You will keep crying.
You will not dry up like a well in the desert. You will not crumble like an autumn leaf. You will not shrivel and disappear like you did last spring.
You will keep living. You will end and begin again. You will collapse and bruise but you will not break. You will stand back up. You will keep standing. This Will Not Be The End Of You by Kim Rhodes (via adderalldust)