Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start. Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via studentsoup)
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So you want to be a writer?
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.


- Charles Bukowski1920 - 1994
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thisishangingrockcomics:

breakroom doodle nothings

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maywebe:

no words necessary

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eu não vou chorar agora

vou apertar sua mão pequena

sentir seus dedos entre os meus

sonhar com um futuro só nosso

eu não vou chorar agora

vou te abraçar e sentir seu cheiro

beijar seu rosto tentando a boca

criar um segredo só nosso

eu não vou embora agora

vou olhar cada linha do seu rosto

entender sua sobrancelha

imaginar um pecado só nosso

eu não vou embora agora

vou deixar as lágrimas caírem

o tempo me dizer alguma coisa

esperar o teu sim saído do teus lábios e sorriso

eu não vou chorar mais nem ir embora tão cedo

vou sentar aqui e contar as estrelas

depois os grãos de areia

quantas gotas há no mar

talvez seja um tempo suficiente

pra sua decisão de me aceitar.

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tazzygal:

orihime-strawberry-love:

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kendrawcandraw:

Stop sexualizing my body stop shaming my body stop policing my body

BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREASTS ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREAST ARE SEXUAL ORGANS

BREASTS ARE FUCKING SEXUAL ORGANS!!

WE DONT LET MEN WALK AROUND WITH THEIR DICKS OUT BECAUSE ITS A SEXUAL ORGAN!!

GET THE FUCK OVER IT YOUR FEMALE BREASTS ARE

  • SEXUAL
  • FUCKING
  • ORGANS!!!

source: X

Ahem.

BREASTS ARE NOT SEXUAL ORGANS YOU INCONSIDERATE DICK!

Breasts are mammary organs, meaning their true and primary purpose is to nurse babies.

I’ll repeat that for the slow people in the class, you warthog-faced buffoon.

Breasts are mammary sacks. They are meant to feed babies, just like a cow’s udder. They aren’t sexual organs. They aren’t classified as such in biology texts (certainly none of the ones I checked out to answer this post)

Men have breasts, you pile of refuse. Their breasts are smaller than women’s, but they possess the same mammary glands and, properly stimulated, can produce milk. Men can get breast cancer. They can develop larger breasts due to excessive hormones. Their breasts are exactly like a women’s breast, except that since their testicles produce testosterone in high degree, they don’t have enough female hormones in their bodies to start lactating.

So, you pile of putrescence, you’re probably thinking, “If breasts aren’t sex organs then how come guys get horny looking at them and women get turned on by playing worth them, huh?”

The answers to both are so terribly simple that you might just be able to follow them if you pay attention, pig.

Men are enticed by breasts because they’re not allowed to see them. Women are sensitive because stimulation triggers two responses - bonding hormones and lactation.

In case you’re too simple to get this, I’ll break it down further for you. In cultures where breasts are viewed daily, they don’t do much to get a guy hot and bothered. There are hundreds of paintings from the renaissance period and earlier depicting women nursing babies, especially images of the Blessed Virgin nursing Christ, and none of these have ever been considered provocative, because that’s what boobs are for. Meanwhile, in cultures where everyone from baby sister to great-great grandma walk around topless because the weather will kill them otherwise, dudes don’t get raging erections every time they see a breast. They don’t find boobs enticing the way men do in America, where boobs are considered shameful and need to be hidden.

As for women getting aroused by their boobs being played with, you brainless donkey, a woman’s body responds to get nipples bring touched by flooding her body with bonding hormones that help her attach to get babies - you know, the people her breasts are actually supposed to be used by - and hormones that get her glands making milk. Also, please note that many women with large breasts don’t feel any stimulation when fondled, meaning they aren’t sensitive enough to get off on having their boobs played with.

Do me a favor and GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF YOU PURITANICAL ASS! My breasts are NOT SEXUAL ORGANS. They are lactation organs designed for my use and my baby’s use. Not for any man’s use or pleasure.

You inconsiderate space herpe.

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Robert Mapplethorpe.  Patti Smith.  Diptych of unique Polaroid Type 58 prints.

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The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Thom Puckey - Beretta M92

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