~ n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via breakfastwithgargoyles)
people want to believe gender is something that’s essential, and people repeat these essentialist ideas all the time. oh, women do that and oh, men do that and the reality is that all women don’t anything. we as individuals do what we do, you know, and sometimes that’s informed by gender and sometimes it’s just who we are. and i think all that just makes people really, really uncomfortable because they don’t want to think about who they are.
~ laverne cox (via ablogwithaview)