“Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends to stave off the loneliness. He never rejected the world. If He had rejected it, He would have been rejecting mystery. And if He rejected mystery, He would have been rejecting faith.

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday. The comfort he got from the hard, cold truth—the filth, the war, the poverty—was that life could be capable of small beauties. He wasn’t interested in the glorious tales of the afterlife or the notions of a honey-soaked heaven. To him that was a dressing room for hell. Rather, he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness, he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it. Out of that came some sort of triumph that went beyond theological proof, a cause for optimism against all the evidence.”

Colum McCann, Let The Great World Spin 

Whenever I tell people I cut my own hair, I feel like all the imperfections in it become immediately visible. After that, they start pointing out everything wrong. If a professional did it, surely the way it looks can’t be a mistake. But if I did it, everything is a mistake. But ya know what, I’m tired of worrying about it because I shouldn’t have to answer to anyone about how my hair looks. It is MY hair, after all. And it grows. And if I were gutsy enough I would just shave it all off, honestly. 

“’Slut’ is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. ‘Friendzone’ is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say ‘no.”

(Source: angels-and-angles)