Category: life quotes

heartlocks:

wish my hair grew little flowers on its own how neat would that be

Time winds one way. Forward. So now, be cool, just love. ~ Bob Dylan (Bob’s marriage advice: wait.)

yesterdaysprint:

Vancouver Daily World, British Columbia, June 27, 1921

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sarahtaylorgibson:

Make fun of teen girls going through their “witch phase” all you want, but that is a young woman who has finally realized she is a powerhouse of spiritual authority who doesn’t need the world’s permission to manifest her desires. I would advise you not to fuck with her.

Time winds one way. Forward. So now, be cool, just love. ~ Bob Dylan (Bob’s marriage advice: wait.)

John Lydon & Nora Forster, married nearly 40 years.

‘Now there’s a saucy girl,’ he grins. ‘It’s love, you know. I’ve always loved that woman. And she knows it. When we met we didn’t expect to get on. We’d both been told the other was a bad ‘un. But blimey. Sparks flew. It was instant attraction. And that’s never gone. I never expected to feel like that. I never thought I was in any way attractive. Or anyone’s idea of a good date.

‘It’s volatile, the marriage. Which one isn’t? Nothing better than a good, full-on row. Get it all out. Say rude and nasty things. And then be sorry. Genuinely sorry, afterwards. But you know I can’t think of a better woman on God’s earth than Nora. If we ceased to function as a couple tomorrow there would be no one else. Not ever. I mean it.’

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sarahtaylorgibson:

Make fun of teen girls going through their “witch phase” all you want, but that is a young woman who has finally realized she is a powerhouse of spiritual authority who doesn’t need the world’s permission to manifest her desires. I would advise you not to fuck with her.

hugejorts:

my advice is just wear glitter. just wear it. u look great, u feel great, people love it. just put on a bunch of glitter and go out there and get it

Patti Smith, 1976, by Lynn Goldsmith. 

“I don’t consider writing a quiet, closet act: I consider it a real physical act. When I’m home writing on a typewriter, I go crazy. I move like a monkey. I’ve wet myself. I’ve come in my pants writing….Instead of shooting smack, I masturbate – fourteen times in a row…I start seeing Aztec mountains…I see weird things. I see temples, underground temples, with the doors opening, sliding door after sliding door, Pharaoh revealed – this bound-up Pharaoh with ropes of gold. That’s how I write a lot of my poetry.”

~ Patti Smith in 1971, from Patti Smith: An Unauthorized Biography, by Victor Bockris and Roberta Bayley