When a whale dies, it falls through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly. I focused my attention on the eye; I tried to reach down inside of it, toward the real whale, the dying whale, and I whispered, It’s not your fault.
‘The Shared Patio’ by Miranda July (via serpentskirt)
It can’t be any more obvious that we live in a patriarchal society if “feminist” is a bad word.
Ellen Page (via azspot)(via katiecoyle: “Sometimes I can’t tell where Ellen Page ends and I begin.”)
I, myself, have never been able to find out what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
The realist is a bully; to read with expectations of realism is to do violence to the text.
Helen Morales, Vision and Narrative in Achilles Tatius’ Leucippe and Clitophon
