#par

Did you know that nearly one in three children live apart from their biological dads? Those kids are two to three times more likely to grow up in poverty, to suffer in school, and to have health and behavioral problems. ↗

— Tony Dungy

#behavioral #biological #children #dads #did

Frequently producers have partners that they never let the public know about. ↗

— Katherine Dunham

#frequently #know #never #partners #producers

I think that people in the phase between being someone's kid and being someone's parent have always been uniquely narcissistic, but that social media and Twitter and LiveJournal make it really easy to navel-gaze in a way that you've never been able to before. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#always #been #before #being #between

I am not a particularly political person, but, as a Tribeca resident, the commodification of September 11th is offensive to me. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#i #i am #me #offensive #particularly

I feel like a lot of the female relationships I see on TV or in movies are in some way free of the kind of jealousy and anxiety and posturing that has been such a huge part of my female friendships, which I hope lessens a little bit with age. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#anxiety #been #bit #feel #female

I've only recently realized that I have a radically different relationship with my parents than a lot of people. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#i #lot #only #parents #people

The parts I enjoy playing aren't really available to me. So I have to write them. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#enjoy #i #me #parts #playing

And while national military forces have historically resisted the full participation of women soldiers, female talent has found plenty of scope in revolutionary and terrorist groups around the planet. ↗

— Katherine Dunn

#female #forces #found #full #groups

It is a grand thing to rise in the world. The ambition to do so is the very salt of the earth. It is the parent of all enterprise, and the cause of all improvement. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#cause #earth #enterprise #grand #grand thing

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#beauty