Little Spoon.

Red lipstick. Haikus.
High heels.



"Wow how do you leave your house lol" I don’t. We don’t. Your crude jokes about our illnesses and disabilities are not funny. Some of us cannot, do not, leave our houses. Nobody is laughing.

Read this, and then read it again. I’m sick and tired of times in my life I barely made it through being used as someone else’s hypothetical and unimaginable worst case scenario.

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Jenny Holzer, My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me 



La Cartomancienne, 1933 by Brassai



La Cartomancienne, 1933 by Brassai

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“As with Kahlo, there has been a tendency with O’Keeffe to view her work through the lens of her life story and relationship to a man, something that rarely happens with male artists. For instance, imagine a biography that examined the career of Jackson Pollock in relation to the ups and downs of his marriage with fellow artist Lee Krasner - inconceivable, yet usually unquestioned with Kahlo and O’Keeffe.”

—   Judy Chicago (via lavenderlavia)

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“No one wants to be the muse;
in the end, everyone wants to be Orpheus.”

—   Louise Glück, Lute Song (via theperfumemaker)


He’ll always be our captain.

Wish we could have helped you more, darling.

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Abandoned honeymoon resort, Pocono Mountains

A fear submitted by andthenwemetthelocals for deep-dark-fears.

The Corner Shop - 4,000 Handmade Felt Products

“Bad books on writing tell you to ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery.”


Joe Haldeman (via maxkirin)

Just choked on my fucking drink

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I know nothing.

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