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2014 Reading Challenge

2014 Reading Challenge
Anouk has read 4 books toward her goal of 15 books.

This whole ‘recovery’ jig basically means that I now sometimes get days in which I am clearheaded enough to actually see everything in the world that makes me anxious.


My stepmom’s parakeet is camping out on our coffee table for a week.
She’s taught him several phrases, and he combines the lot in whichever way he sees fit.

Which means he now routinely says “I’m not a canary, I’m a parakeet,” only to follow it up with crowing like a rooster.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will allow it to pass over me and through me. When it has gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. By Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert’s “Dune” (via henrrywinter)

”[…] Providing food for thought was a piece of ‘art’ behind the shed: a large heart torn in two pieces, apparently evoking immediate recognition in people.
One half was pasted full of ‘woman advertisements’, the other half with ‘man advertisements’. The gap between both halves was filled with contact ads.
In the middle, an ad-free white core with twelve tightly-strung red elastic bands was trying with all its might to pull the two halves together, and prevent them from drifting further apart.
On that ad-free core I had written down what I had experienced as the all-healing core of life:
'Human, I can never let go of you.'

Henk Kuiper, ‘Huttonia’

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations. By Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4 (1971)

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It saddens me to see girls proudly declaring they’re not like other girls – especially when it’s 41,000 girls saying it in a chorus, never recognizing the contradiction. It’s taking a form of contempt for women – even a hatred for women – and internalizing it by saying, Yes, those girls are awful, but I’m special, I’m not like that, instead of stepping back and saying, This is a lie.

The real meaning of “I’m not like the other girls” is, I think, “I’m not the media’s image of what girls should be.” Well, very, very few of us are. Pop culture wants to tell us that we’re all shallow, backstabbing, appearance-obsessed shopaholics without a thought in our heads beyond cute boys and cuter handbags. It’s a lie – a flat-out lie – and we need to recognize it and say so instead of accepting that judgment as true for other girls, but not for you. By “I’m not like the other girls”, Claudia Gray  (via ablogwithaview)