|046,357 notes| Sunday, May 19 at 11:13 pm
via fuckyeahfeminists (originally thechanelmuse)

triguenaista:

problackass:

glovesinthesummertime:

thechanelmuse:

Photos that speak: Fuck your fountain. Fuck your tree. Fuck voter suppression. Fuck your labels. Fuck your stereotypes. Fuck your hatred. Fuck your restaurants. Fuck that dude. Fuck police brutality. Fuck white supremacy. 

I have nothing left to say.

The pictures they don’t show in our US History books.

And two of these pictures aren’t very old either. One was taken in 2012 I think? (Not sure).

|0152,806 notes| Sunday, May 19 at 11:13 pm
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|065,172 notes| Saturday, May 18 at 12:26 am
via gypsy-weed (originally freshgypsy)
“I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.”
— Don Cheadle  (via wolfandmay)

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|013 notes| Wednesday, Apr 10 at 10:57 pm
via d-e-s-p-o-e-n-a (originally from-the-water)

Eros and Thanatos. The inseparable twins.

Why did it take a woman to make this connection? Links between women, sex, and death are as old as the primitive nature goddesses who both created and destroyed. Humans have always struggled with the disturbing recognition that cycles of nature contain both life and death. Women’s bodies express disturbing closeness to these cycles in their transformations through pregnancy and the way they bleed in monthly rhythms. They remind us that what is born must die. The womb and the tomb are intimately connected.

Women, Sex, and Death — From Vampires to Psychoanalysis

(via lady-lynn)

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|01,321 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 10:36 pm
via from-the-water (originally xicequeenx)

xicequeenx:

Take him away 

|010,366 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:45 pm
via from-the-water (originally mizenscen)
“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.”
— Greta Garbo (Picture Show Magazine Interview, 1927)

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|0110 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:37 pm
via from-the-water (originally spocksbeard)
“A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.”
— Carl Jung (via penseesduchoeur)

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|03,277 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:37 pm
via from-the-water (originally lavandula)
“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.”
— Sylvia Plath (via lavandula)
|0165 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:27 pm
via from-the-water (originally soulsetindarkness)
“To diminish the worth of women, men had to diminish the worth of the moon. They had to drive a wedge between human beings and the trees and the beasts and the waters, because trees and beasts and waters are as loyal to the moon as to the sun. They had to drive a wedge between thought and feeling…At first they used Apollo as the wedge, and the abstract logic of Apollo made a mighty wedge, indeed, but Apollo the artist maintained a love for women, not the open, unrestrained lust that Pan has, but a controlled longing that undermined the patriarchal ambition. When Christ came along, Christ, who slept with no female…Christ, who played no musical instrument, recited no poetry, and never kicked up his heels by moonlight, this Christ was the perfect wedge. Christianity is merely a system for turning priestesses into handmaidens, queens into concubines, and goddesses into muses.”
Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume (via soulsetindarkness)
|020 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:27 pm
via from-the-water (originally soulsetindarkness)
“In woman and her beauty I saw something divine, because the most important function of existence—the continuation of the species—is her vocation. To me woman represented a personification of nature, Isis, and man was her priest, her slave. In contrast to him she was cruel like nature herself who tosses aside whatever has served her purposes as soon as she no longer has need for it. To him her cruelties, even death itself, still were sensual raptures.”
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (via soulsetindarkness)
|025 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 9:08 pm
via from-the-water (originally likeacactustree)

I Am A Woman Like That

likeacactustree:

I am a woman like that song you wrote last night

all guttural and lacking harmony in the places that you would expect,

full of sorrowful sound tuned over bright glossy words 

and surrounded in melody that is tarnished by missing syllables 

or hurried breathing in between guitar strum.

I am a woman like that song that you remembered you loved

as you fell asleep, socks on, newspaper creased on your chest

the fragrance of the day staining your shirt,

sweat lingering on the small of your back and between your brow

when a draft of memory rolls over your bones

and you mouth all of the words like it was the lullaby of your name. 

|01,458 notes| Monday, Apr 8 at 7:46 pm
via caradelara (originally alcke3ma)
“When you understand who and what you are, your radiance projects into the universal radiance and everything around you becomes creative and full of opportunity.”
— Yogi Bhajan (via launicarosa)

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|014 notes| Thursday, Apr 4 at 12:16 am
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