I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.


I am not yours Sara Teasdale 

Happy poetry month! There’s a lot more where this came from, so hold on to your feelings.



There’s a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there’s directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there’s a star you can’t see that shines in a North you’ll never know.

And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.

– Iain Thomas, The Silver Astrolabe (via splitterherzen)

(via operatramp)

Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people. - madlori

Hey opera tumblr, I know this meme is worn out but I think this would be great for opera women. Message me for ideas or make up your own. Go forth and conquer.

(Source: probablycrashing, via virginiachance)

So I know everyone’s (rightfully) losing their shit about Jonas Kaufmann as Werther, but I just want to make sure everyone knows about the superlative interpretation by Jerry Hadley. 

No one ever made it more painful than he did. To listen to him is to ache for him. I get a little bit impatient with the people who are just like “God, Werther, get over it,” partly because I’m very used to people getting impatient with my periods of depression/anxiety. This isn’t totally about Charlotte, or at least, Werther makes Charlotte something much, much, bigger than she really is. Werther’s suffering is deeper and more maladaptive than unrequited love, and that kind of thing is not something you “get over” easily. I think ultimately Charlotte not being with him was the impetus for him ending his own life but not the reason. 

Jerry Hadley committed suicide with a gunshot wound to the head in 2007. He was 55.


Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.

This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.

I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.

I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.

As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am.