Think of all the women you know who will not allow themselves to be seen without makeup. I often wonder how they feel about themselves at night when they are climbing into bed with intimate partners. Are they overwhelmed with secret shame that someone sees them as they really are? Or do they sleep with rage that who they really are can be celebrated or cared for only in secret?
— Communion by bell hooks (via dishevelment)
Esperar. Por favor, asesinemos esa palabra “esperar”. No quiero oírla más; que ya no exista. Y mientras - mientras - te espero, quiéreme, sé mía.
— Jaime Sabines, Cartas a Chepita (octubre 21, 1948). (via nomegustaelpastel)
It won’t make any difference or postpone death for even a moment. Why do people bother?
— Sophocles - Antigone (via fuckyeahexistentialism)