Sometimes, I Guess There Just Arent Enough Rocks

sometimes, i guess there just aren’t enough rocks

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Elie Wiesel, The Nazi Doctors and the Nuremberg Code

He smiled, impaling her with his gaze like a lepidopterist pinning a butterfly to a board.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

you’re not real and you can’t save me

“I got on him, sat on his chest and I started jabbing at his face, cutting, the blade bouncing off bone in his forehead and blood and…So, I wound up—cutting out his eyes—hurting him pretty badly”

Jason Pargin, John Dies At The End

some males on tumblr come and post shit like “women aren’t objects!!!!” and think they’ve done their feminism activism for the year. like something so basic and simple and widely known??? like yea no shit… we know… is that the depth of your concern and and knowledge and activism? be quiet next time lmaoo