I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.
Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way.
I’m not angry, but I’m on the verge of tears. The trouble with me is that I can’t get angry. I wish that for once in my life I could really lose my temper, as I sometimes feel I have every right to. I think it would change my life.
Scenes from a Marriage, Dir. Ingmar Bergman
(via wordsnquotes)
American feminist: Patriarchy is oppressing me and manspreading threatens my safety.
Me: Ah yes. The patriarchy. Too bad you can vote, drive, own land, marry who you want, divorce them, say what you want, wear what you want, go to school, and have any job your heart desires. But y'know... Manspreading is obviously more important than the thousands of women in the Middle East being arrested for not wearing their hijab on instagram. Or the Syrian crises. Or women being forced to marry someone that they don't love and have their children. Or sex slaves. But yeah. Manspreading is totally a real issue and we need to stop it immediately.