An unexamined life is not worth living.

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The Metamorphosis
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”  ― Franz Kafka

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The Metamorphosis

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka

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humansofnewyork:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"  “A fireman.”  “And what about you?”  “Nothing.”  “Nothing? You mean you don’t want to grow up?”  “I want to grow up. But I just want to ride on motorcycles.”

humansofnewyork:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
“A fireman.”
“And what about you?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? You mean you don’t want to grow up?”
“I want to grow up. But I just want to ride on motorcycles.”

humansofnewyork:

A 16 year old girl named Katherine Jung just sent me a song she wrote about HONY. It. is. gorgeous.

Pavement
And footprints
Of blackened burdens
From broken men

Skyline
And sunrise
For battle cries
From hopeless women

And suddenly
You look the same as me or he or she
And in a city second
You’re eyes are opened to the

1 2 3 4
All the humans of New York
5 6 7 8
A thousand lives in every face
9 10 say it again
I’ll be, you are, they have been
1 2 3 4 
All the humans of New York

Street lights
At nighttime
When all our demons 
Come back alive

Neon
And our song
Of revolution
Coming alive

And suddenly
You look the same as me or he or she
And in a city second
You’re eyes are opened to the

1 2 3 4
All the humans of New York
5 6 7 8
A thousand lives in every face
9 10 say it again
I’ll be, you are, they have been
1 2 3 4 
All the humans of New York

Would you have hope?
Would you gain a little closure?
Would it help you cope?
Would you step a little closer?
Would you see yourself
In a mirror made of pictures?
Would you find yourself
In a beautiful stranger?

Would you have hope?
Would you gain a little closure?
Would it help you cope?
Would you step a little closer?
Would you see yourself
In a mirror made of pictures?
Would you find yourself
In a beautiful stranger?

1 2 3 4
All the humans of New York
5 6 7 8
A thousand lives in every face
9 10 say it again
I’ll be, you are, they have been
1 2 3 4 
All the humans of New York

the-absolute-best-gifs:

totallyfubar:

Three dimensional characters for the win.

"It feels better, right?" is the part that gets me, because it explains everything about Flash ever.

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How to talk to your daughter about her body

therabbitandthefoxunited:

"How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.”

by wordpress blogger, hopeave.

You Begin

You begin this way:

this is your hand,

this is your eye, that is a fish,

blue and flat on the paper,

almost the shape of an eye.

This is your mouth,

this is an O or a moon, whichever you like.

This is yellow.

Outside the window is the rain,

green because it is summer,

and beyond that the trees and then the world,

which is round and has only the colors

of these nine crayons.

This is the world,

which is fuller and more difficult to learn than I have said.

You are right to smudge it that way

with the red and then the orange: the world burns.

Once you have learned these words

you will learn that there are more words than you can ever learn.

The word hand floats above your hand

like a small cloud over a lake.

The word hand anchors your hand to this table,

your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,

which is round but not flat and has more colors than we can see.

It begins, it has an end,

this is what you will come back to, this is your hand. 

- Margaret Atwood