May 2013
19 posts
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Just cried while listening to Express Yourself by Madonna. What is happening to me????
I’m perfect! But nobody in this shithole gets me ‘cause I don’t put out.
– Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains (1981)
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if you don't love me like Gomez loves Morticia...
abortionista:
if u think my constant vocal feminism is annoying imagine how annoying the patriarchy is to me
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound...
– Courtney Kuchta (via punkrockmermaid)
h0odrich:
i wear all black cause everywhere its a funeral for everyone im stylin on
graceebooks:
unfollowing me won’t free you from the chains of capitalism
April 2013
67 posts
I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It...
– Henry Miller to Anais Nin, March 21, 1932 (via lianamu)
There must be something between us, even if it’s only an ocean.
– An Affair to Remember (1957)
bootycaller:
boys who aren’t hopelessly in love with me……..
first of all how dare you
The trouble is, you think you have time.
– Buddha (via ntamplr)
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Shut Up or Get Out: PA City Punishes Domestic... →
dragonkitty:
Last year in Norristown, Pa., Lakisha Briggs’ boyfriend physically assaulted her, and the police arrested him. But in a cruel turn of events, a police officer then told Ms. Briggs,
So we’re punishing victims? Sweet. Just what we need!
amerovingian:
#1 threat to women: men
#1 threat to men: heart disease
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In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a...
– Don Draper, “The Wheel” (via larmoyante)
kalisherni:
newttt:
hairypitsandtits:
men who are sweet to you
but call women they don’t like wh*res/sluts/bitches/other misogynist terms
are
not
sweet
Preach
THEY ARE NOT SWEET AND THEY ARE DEMONS, THEY ARE PATRIARCHAL CAPITALIST COLONIAL FILTH.
wolfcola:
when i die make sure my corpse has winged eyeliner
You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck...
– Kathleen Hanna (via a-great-strange-dream)
Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness. When I see you, the room...
– Henry Rollins, Solipsist. (via punkrockmermaid)