We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit.
— Audre Lorde (via divinehours)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
— Adrienne Rich (via larmoyante)
monachopsis
n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
