if you’re ever feeling overdramatic just remember that zelda fitzgerald once threw herself down a flight of marble stairs at a party because her husband was talking to someone else
I cannot understand anti-abortion arguments that center on the sanctity of life. As a species, we’ve fairly comprehensively demonstrated that we don’t believe in the sanctity of life. The shrugging acceptance of war, famine, epidemic, pain and lifelong, grinding poverty show us that, whatever we tell ourselves, we’ve made only the most feeble of efforts to really treat human life as sacred.
Caitlin Moran (via thorninyourside)
nothing to do with sanctity of life in my opinion (except for those pro-life women that don’t seem to get it ), but control of women’s bodies. perhaps i’m just too cynical though.
There are, apparently, persons who are deeply afraid of their own emotions, particularly the painful ones. Grief, regret, sadness. Sadness especially, perhaps. These persons are afraid of obliteration, emotional engulfment. As if something truly and thoroughly felt would have no end or bottom. Would become infinite and engulf them. Such persons usually have a very fragile sense of themselves as persons. As existing at all. This interpretation is “existential,” which means vague and slightly flaky. But I think it may hold true in certain cases. My point here is that certain types of persons are terrified even to poke a big toe into genuinely felt regret or sadness, or to get angry. This means they are afraid to live. They are imprisoned in something, I think. From inside, emotionally. Why is this. No one knows.
- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via paradoxicalsentiments)