Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
The Handmaid’s Tale // Margaret Atwood
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MIND: Ingrained
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it.
Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else.
You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
The Robber Bride // Margaret Atwood
MIND: Respite
…a dark angel whispering to me to be easy on myself.
Half-Hanged Mary // Margaret Atwood
MIND: Swell
Nothing like love to put blood back in the language.
// Margaret Atwood
MIND: Changing
I liked you better the way you were,
but you were always ambitious.
// Margaret Atwood
MIND: Fluid
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
The Penelopiad // Margaret Atwood
MIND: Pinned
I like things that can’t ever be quite pinned down.
// Margaret Atwood
MIND: Damned
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
// Margaret Atwood
MIND: Bargaining Tool
She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
// Margaret Atwood
