janenx01:

"Hero, librarian."
A perfectly placed comma by American Libraries.

janenx01:

"Hero, librarian."

A perfectly placed comma by American Libraries.

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aminaabramovic:

like riot grrl as a scene wasn’t like woopsie daisy can’t believe no WOC wanted to sign up and join us there was legitimate hostility towards WOC during that movement that’s been documented as well as the inability for many riot grrls to understand intersections of oppression and their own role in upholding it

i mean sonically and aesthetically you can like the riot grrl movement but lets not pretend like there wasn’t huge and glaring flaws about it like every other feminist wave or scene that was primarily white women

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Departure of the Witches, 1878 by Luis Ricardo Falero.

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allthateverwasorwillbe:

Margaretha Barbara Dietzsch

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When a Witch is Young by “4 - 19 - 69”, New York: R. F. Ferro & Company [1901] first edition, later printing. | Beautiful Books

When a Witch is Young by “4 - 19 - 69”, New York: R. F. Ferro & Company [1901] first edition, later printing. | Beautiful Books

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See ya p town

See ya p town

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Seapunk bathroom selfies

Seapunk bathroom selfies

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homopowers replied to your post: in p-town at helena’s bomb ass apartme…

which ones did u get!!

1Q84 and Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage !!!

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in p-town at helena’s bomb ass apartment
 i got two new murakami books today
my hand looks like an alien

in p-town at helena’s bomb ass apartment

 i got two new murakami books today

my hand looks like an alien

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When I woke this morning in the dark, humid bedroom, hearing the rain beating down on all sides, it seemed to me I was cured. Cured of the shuddering heartbeat which has plagued these last two days so that I could hardly think, or read, for holding my hand to my heart. A wild bird pulsed there, caught in a cage of bone, about to burst through, shaking my whole body with each throb. I began to want to hit my heart, pierce it, if only to stop that ridiculous throb which seemed to wish to leap out of my chest and be gone to make its own way in the world. I lay, warm, my hand between my breasts, cherishing the surfacing from sleep and the peaceful steady unobtrusive beat of my rested heart. I rose, expecting at every moment to be shaken, and indeed I was not. I have been at rest since waking. Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
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<3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3

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nakedpersephone:

"Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?" - Francesca Woodman

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laughingloone:

new work and healed work with rose

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