Joyce. Veinte años. Soy un trabajo en progreso; soy un bosquejo mal hecho. Vomito ideas y maltrato mi ego aquí.
Se comienza a hacer el amor con la mirada y la voz. Y cuando esto resulta insuficiente, se continúa con cada una de las neuronas, con cada nervio, con cada arteria, con el calor de los labios, con la ternura de las yemas de los dedos, con la ansiedad de las uñas, con la humedad cristalina de la punta de la lengua y, finalmente, se hace el amor con cada trozo de recuerdo, con cada sístole del corazón, con cada diástole, con cada frustración y deseo.
by Carlos Chávez Toro  (via hachedesilencio)
vouls:

"Shanghai Living"
Hu Yang
I have always been of the opinion that we have no right to impose our ideas upon other nations, no matter how strange it may seem to us that they enjoy the kind of life they lead, how slow they may be in utilizing the resources of their countries, or how much opposed their ideals may be to ours.
by Franz Boas (via anthropologymajorfox)
shaidasage:

Franz Boas: Father of American Anthropology
Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.
by (via thatkindofwoman)
She destroys reality; her lies are not lies, they are roles she wants to live out. She has made greater efforts than everyone I know to live out her illusions. When she told you that her mother had died, that she never knew her father, that she was illegitimate, she wanted to begin nowhere, to begin without roots, to plunge into invention. Anyone could be her father. She loved the suspense, the possible surprise. She did not want to be classified, she did not want to be associated with any race, nationality or background either. Her pallor, her upward curving eyebrows, her cape, her jewelry, her destruction of the boundary lines between night and day, her hatred of sunlight, are all escapes from rigid patterns.
by Anaïs Nin  (via thatkindofwoman)
It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.
by Violet Rose