You’re looking for the Desiderata. Here is a link to everything I have tagged Des, which should give you everything you need to know. I also just reblogged my reading of it. You are absolutely right—this poem has been in my parents’ kitchen my entire life, was in my apartment my year off, and is in the apartment I now share with my boyfriend. It sits over the kitchen table so that we can re-read it whenever we want.
I hope it resonates with you as much as it resonates with me.
Repeat after me: I am a goddess. My spirit is towering, my soul is mighty, my breasts are magnificent and my shoes are super fucking cute.
ARE THEY PRETTY. IF THEY ARE PRETTY, OGLE FROM BEDROOM WINDOWS. IF THEY GET TOO CLOSE, HIDE. IF THEY GET SWEATY, OFFER THEM ICED TEA TO LOOK AT THEIR PRETTINESS. DON’T GET TOO CLOSE CAUSE THEY PROBABLY SMELL. IF NOT PRETTY, ABORT MISSION.
NOT PRETTY! tRUST ME, IF PRETTY THEY WOULD BE WELCOME TO MY HOUSE, BEDROOM, AND VAGINA AT ANY TIME.
EW NO THAT’S AWFUL
I FULLY SUPPORT YOUR HIDING.
I HIDE FROM NOT PRETTY, INFERIOR MEN, TOO.
Science says: The body is a machine.
Advertising says: The body is a business.
The body says: I am a fiesta.” —Eduardo Galeano (via mamagrae)
- Ate a Reeses Klondike.
- Emailed the SERV advocate for Camden county to register for the sexual assault advocate/volunteer training
- Emailed the little jewelry studio where Angela & Aaron got their wedding bands and with which I absolutely fell in love (open studio, friendly people, cool shit) to see if they have any positions open
- Looked for other jobs, found none.
Things I have not done today:
- Brushed my hair
- Everything else on my to-do list.