Child of the wolves
owls-n-elderberries:

untitled by oscarW. on Flickr.
i’m sad and i want to have a lot of sex
written by me (via sadmommy2010)

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I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
written by Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via quotes-shape-us)
mystic0wl:

Homeless children living in an underground passage under the Pouchkine Square. Moscow, 1992.
© Lise Sarfati

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”


written by Libby Anne (via thoughtsforbees)

(Source: dumbledoresarmy-againstbigotry, via thoughtsforbees)

I cannot keep myself together.
written by Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

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dumbmovieblog:

American Beauty (1999)
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
written by note to self  (via parallexia)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via brighteerthansunshine)

vhord:

strictly nature