Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson, born 10 December 1830, died 15 May 1886
- We meet no Stranger, but Ourself
- To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
- Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul.
- If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
- Forever is composed of nows.
- I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
- I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
- Behaviour is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
- A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
- That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Dickinson was an American poet who is acknowledged as one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th Century.
Source for Image
by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write
Monday, December 9, 2013
Women are sharing their comebacks to instances of everyday sexism
and it’s amazing
but wait there’s more
omg and then
"Why, is your nose bigger than your dick?" OMFG so good!
FINALS THE SAGA
If this weren’t my last semester of college, I would definitely make it a note to always study on the sixth floor of Club West, because this floor - incidentally, also the Students for Justice in Palestine floor - is the most peaceful, comfortable spot ever. Got my Power Playlist booming in my headphones, dancing to the Wop and Don Omar, and spitting verbage on this paper like I’m at a cypher.
It’s totally my last semester, though, HA!