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25 September 14

(Source: slayerage)

Reblogged: alexandrabeth

17 September 14

If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).

Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!

Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.

Reblogged: tarts

30 August 14

this afternoon will be spent finally watching ‘her’, drinking jasmine green tea and eating pocky. tonight will then be used to finish of hemming a tank top, installing a zipper on an a-line skirt and finishing it and hopefully making a start on the muslin of a shift dress. 

yoga tomorrow, followed by lunch with two of my loves and potentially drinking in the afternoon with new friends.

weekends, i love thee. 

27 August 14

James Vincent McMorrow - West Coast (Lana Del Rey cover)

(Source: youtube.com)

17 August 14

i knew you were the one after we’d been dating for 7 months. i still think you’re the one and i can’t express how happy it makes me to know you think that of me too.

13 August 14

"Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to join me is more than welcome." - The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004)

(Source: mashamorevna)

Reblogged: phazes

1 August 14

this is fantastic

(Source: christopherjonesart)

Reblogged: lightning-heart

30 July 14
22 July 14
rachelhills:

A poem on “having it all.”

there is truth to this, to a certain extent. for him, it was his friends and me, at first. then it slowly morphed to friends/partying and work, and before i knew it, i was pushed out of the frame.

rachelhills:

A poem on “having it all.”

there is truth to this, to a certain extent. for him, it was his friends and me, at first. then it slowly morphed to friends/partying and work, and before i knew it, i was pushed out of the frame.

(Source: thomasdoggett)

Reblogged: rachelhills

21 July 14

thereal1990s:

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

this scene, always.

(Source: michaelsocha)

Reblogged: faeriecubicle

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh