when james baldwin said, “all of us know whether or not we are able to admit it that mirrors can only lie, that death by drowning is all that awaits one there. it is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. i use the word ‘love’ here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile american sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.”

being a woman is just constantly hating your immediate present self and then looking back and hating your past self for not appreciating your beauty and opportunities at that time and it just goes on like. forever

Oh my goddddddd

the only two real emotions are the desire to be loved and embarrassment