Student, enthusiast, activist, traveller, dreamer, aspiring writer, h u m a n,
"By far, one of the best scenes in the book is where Kaling writes about the photo shoot she and Office co-star Ellie Kemper did for People’s Most Beautiful issue. When the stylist brought a trailer full of size zero gowns, Kaling found herself crying in the children’s bathroom of the public school where the photo shoot was happening. In the bathroom stall, she discovered a smear of what looked like excrement and a child’s graffiti: “This school is bulls–t!” which made her a) laugh and b) demand that the stylist alter one of the gowns to fit her. In the end photo, she’s smiling in a gorgeous fuchsia dress that the stylist had to rip down the back and alter with canvas. Looking at beautiful Kaling, though, you’d never know. It’s a sweet moment of chubby girl victory.” (via afterellen)
This is the story that truly made her my hero.
"People of all sexes have the right to explore femininity, masculinity—and the infinite variations between—without criticism or ridicule."
help my friend amber if you can!
Please help Amber. She is such an amazing person and she needs us most now.
Oil paintings by Alyssa Monks.
"They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction—and from attachment to attachment."
Sometimes you have to break up with your old heart
in order to find one that beats more clearly, more rapid staccato than sluggish tempo.
The woman my mother was just after I’d been born had hair
that changed colors with each arriving season, and was beautiful during…
A hand on my thigh. That is
what I’m thinking about, most of the
A hand slipping under my dress,
the other holding the steering wheel,
and me, upright in the passenger’s
Always fearless in love, like
I’ve had practice.
Look, I know you’re sick of
hearing about the skin of it all, but
I’m not done being shameless
with where I want to be touched.
A hand pressed lightly against
my neck. Lips grazing
the apple of my bottom lip.
Your name like a tongue over the
ridges of my teeth.
Your body like a downpour
with me dancing underneath