“I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.”—THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via lovequotesrus)
It really sucks being passionate about things. Like getting to the point where you read or hear comments about a topic you care about and just get so stressed and upset about trying to hold all your response in cause you don’t want to make a fuss. I try to separate myself from that kind of negativity for a more peaceful existence so I don’t get hot headed in the first place but it’s not totally avoidable in the days of social media for sure.
People tell me sometimes to just stop caring so much but I can’t change who I am?? Maybe if people cared about some things half the amount I did the world might be a little better of a place to live in. I don’t want to get upset or stressed over things I care about, but I know in the end it’s better to try to fight the ignorance around them instead of just sit back in the status quo and be complacently neutral all the time.
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.