Ask me anything

Firebrand.

1. a piece of burning wood or other material.

2. a person who kindles strife or encourages unrest; an agitator; troublemaker.

Psychology documents but does not explain the crashes. Girls who rushed to drink in experiences in enormous gulps sit quietly in the corner. Writers such as Sylvia Plath, Margaret Atwood and Olive Schreiner have described the wreckage. Diderot, in writing to his young friend Sophie Volland, described his observations harshly: “You all die at 15.”

Fairy tales capture the essence of this phenomenon. Young women eat poisoned apples or prick their fingers with poisoned needles and fall asleep for a hundred years. They wander away from home, encounter great dangers, are rescued by princes and are transformed into passive and docile creatures.

Mary Pipher Reviving Ophelia (via lambandserpent)
1 week ago
47 notes
When unnatural thinness became attractive, girls did unnatural things to be thin.
Mary Pipher
Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls (via literarythought)
1 week ago
3 notes
fuckyeahtattoos:

Detail of a work in progress by Alice Kendall, at Wonderland Tattoo in Portland, OR
http://wonderlandtattoospdx.tumblr.com

fuckyeahtattoos:

Detail of a work in progress by Alice Kendall, at Wonderland Tattoo in Portland, OR

http://wonderlandtattoospdx.tumblr.com

1 month ago
4,132 notes

I’m a perfectly good carrot that everyone is trying to turn into a rose. As a carrot, I have good color and a nice leafy top. When I’m carved into a rose, I turn brown and wither.

Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia

(via riotofpassage)

1 week ago
6 notes

YES, BUT


Even if it were true
Even if I were dead and buried in Verona
I believe I would come out and wash my face
In the chill spring.
I believe I would appear
Between noon and four, when nearly
Everybody else is asleep or making love,
And all the Germans turned down, the motorcycles
Muffled, chained, still.

Then the plump lizards along the Adige by San Giorgio
Come out and gaze,
Unpestered by temptation, across the water.
I would sit among them and join them in leaving
The golden mosquitos alone.
Why should we sit by the Adige and destroy
Anything, even our enemies, even the prey
God caused to glitter for us
Defenseless in the sun?
We are not exhausted. We are not angry, or lonely,
Or sick at heart.
We are in love lightly, lightly. We know we are shining,
Though we cannot see one another.
The wind doesn’t scatter us,
Because our very lungs have fallen and drifted
Away like leaves down the Adige,
Long ago.
We breathe light.