Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn’t seem fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define.
If you’re not getting happier as you get older, then you’re fuckin’ up
I am getting nowhere with you and I can’t let you go and I cant get through.
I don’t take good pictures ’cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.
Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn’t seem fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.
I don’t like my language watered down, I don’t like my edges rounded off.
I am not an angry girlBut it seems like I’ve got everyone fooledEvery time I say something they find hard to hearThey chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear
I mean, whatWhat if no one’s watchingWhat if when we’re deadWe are just deadI mean, whatWhat if it’s just us down hereWhat if God is just an ideaSomeone put in your head
I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort, where we overlap.
And she tried the high heels but she couldn’t bring herself to prance.
Love is a piano dropped from a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. -Two Little Girls (Little Plastic Castle)
a lesson must be livedin order to be learnedand the clarity to see and stop this nowthat is what i’ve earned
And what if there are no damsels in distress?What if I knew that, and I called your bluff?Don’t you think every kitten figures out how to get down,whether or not you ever show up?
Why do you think I write these feminist songs, to try and teach myself to respect myself. You know, it’s not because I’m a hero.
I’d rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.
I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.
I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between.
Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don’t have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there’s poetry written right on the bathroom wall.
You can’t start with imbalance and end with peace, be that in your own body, in an ecosystem or between a government and its people. What we need to strive for is not perfection, but balance.
Patriarchy is a fundamental imbalance underlying society And it’s one we rarely address because it’s so universal. But as I get older, I see that peace is a product of balance.
Men make angry music and it’s called rock-and-roll women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they’re angry and militant.
Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don’t talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it’s the superstructure of human society.