[W]e live in a sexually liberal society, not a liberated one. A truly liberated society is one where sex is value-neutral and not having sex is just as acceptable as having a lot of it.
The fact that asexuals are considered weird, sick, abnormal, mentally ill, repressed, etc is a bold indicator that we are not living in a sexually liberated society but in a liberalized one."
The Thinking Asexual, “Women, Passion, and Celibacy | Introduction: Celibacy is Not Hereditary” (via cakewithcaroline)
"One day you’ll feel eighteen, look sixty, and wonder what happened."
"War is organised murder, and nothing else"
Harry Patch aged 111. Britain’s last First World War veteran, 1898-2009 (via densely)
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”"
Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
I want to build and live in a cabin in the woods but I also really want wifi, so what if you could just grow wifi like fruits and vegetables and you’d have these vast fields of wifi and you’d harvest it every fall to get you through the cold winter months, but by February and March you had to start rationing your bandwidth in order to make it until spring, but then someone would get drunk and watch Netflix and then you’d be forced to live in internet famine…
I want a house with an attic where I can keep my stuff to make music.
There will be some art on the walls and vegetables in the fridge.
We won’t have much use for the other bedrooms, since we don’t have a lot of things,
But instead our friends can live with us for free.
I didn’t grow up on a farm, but I know what the falls and winters smell like.
The only woodworking I’ll be able to do is chopping logs for the wood stove.
The scarves you knit me will make my throat itch and sweat, which is better than stinging in the cold.
Springs and summers will bring back our bare feet and the color green.
We won’t worry about becoming leathery old people.
What good is the sun if we always shade it?
I don’t like sand, but I sure love the beach and the lake and the warmth.
And that’ll be our year. Our house. We’ll make music and tea and cookies.
We’ll read books and make friends with squirrels.
Our bikes will hang in the shed above the workbench no one uses,
But we’ll use the bikes a lot.
I don’t practice Santa-rrhea…
Day 34: They are still unaware that I am a Ditto
Anonymous asked: What do you do? What's your thing? Just curious over here.
Great question and nice shades, by the way. I play music. I think a lot. Sleep here and there. Change the world starting with the man in the mirror, etc.