Random Collection of my thoughts and things I find interesting

Rain equals no work at hostel. On the bright side found TFIOS on the book shelf 😃! @johngreenwritesbooks

Rain equals no work at hostel. On the bright side found TFIOS on the book shelf 😃! @johngreenwritesbooks

Feminism is not about who opens the jar.

It is not about who pays for the date. It is not about who moves the couch. It is not about who kills the bugs. It is not about who cooks the dinner. It’s not even about who stays home with the kids, as long as the decision was made together, after thinking carefully about your situation and coming to an agreement that makes sense for your particular marriage and family.

It is about making sure that nobody ever has to do anything by “default” because of their gender. The stronger person should move the couch. The person who enjoys cooking more, has more time for it, and/or is better at it should do the cooking. Sometimes the stronger person is male, sometimes not. Sometimes the person who is best suited for cooking is female, sometimes not. You should do what works.

But it is also about letting people know that it is okay to change. If you’re a woman who wants to become stronger, that’s great. If you’re a man who wants to learn how to cook, that’s also great. You might start out with a relationship where the guy opens all the jars and the girl cooks all the meals, but you might find that you want to try something else. So try it.

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

—The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

(Source: everydayisa.wordpress.com)

I’m confident in who I am. 

(Source: daily-gr4ce)

(Source: cinegasmic)

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Katie McGarry, Crash Into You

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Katie McGarry, Crash Into You

I almost thanked you for
teaching me something about survival
back there,
but then I remembered
that the ocean never
handed me the gift of swimming.
I gave it to myself.

—Y.Z, what I forgot to remember (via rustyvoices)