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why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate & wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable
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READ IN 2018: jane eyre by charlotte brontë
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
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There is nothing stronger than a broken woman who has rebuilt herself.
Hannah Gadsby
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Sikeston Standard, Missouri, January 19, 1926
could only be improved by adding pockets
IT IS 2017 and the fashion industry has still not made functional, practical pockets a staple in ‘womenswear’ and I am still angry about perturbed by this
Okay so I’m almost 100 pages into Persuasion and the Most Romantic Moment in Austen Canon that never shows up in any adaptations is when Wentworth quietly and efficiently removes a screaming toddler from Anne’s back, because when you think about it, at this point they can barely even talk to each other yet but she’s stuck in this regency gown that doesn’t let you lift your arms over your head or that far behind you so this kid is not coming off any way but by entreating his underdeveloped sense of empathy (because toddler), there was no give in the shoulders to pry him off at all, and Wentworth bails her out like what a Hero™.
#it is Such a Moment and it’s never filmed #take your carriages and your sprained ankles who needs them - rescue me from childcare #guys come a-running when there’s manly heroics to do but domestic blindness is effing endemic #[child is fractious and needs distraction] dude: oh i can’t see suddenly #this one moment of stepping in and taking over the toddler childcare without saying anything is like peak wentworth ( @harrietvane)
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Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor…
Derek Walcott, ‘Bleecker Street, Summer’
just when i think i’m drowned by grief and depression, that my chest can’t bear the weight and my breath comes ragged, how could i possibly move forward, onward, through? i hear the high-pitched incandescent giddy giggle of a small child while walking through the park, a white butterfly flits across my line of vision, just brushing the tip of my nose, i’m surrounded by the hum of immutable nature, and before i know it i’m smiling again. silly me... i’ve lived through this a hundred times, i can do it again.
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I tried to argue that Ophelia resonated because Shakespeare had made an extraordinary discovery in writing her, though I had trouble articulating the nature of that discovery. I didn’t want to admit that it could be something as simple as recognizing that emotionally unstable teenage girls are human beings. …
When Ophelia appears onstage in Act IV, scene V, singing little songs and handing out imaginary flowers, she temporarily upsets the entire power dynamic of the Elsinore court. When I picture that scene, I always imagine Gertrude, Claudius, Laertes, and Horatio sharing a stunned look, all of them thinking the same thing: “We fucked up. We fucked up bad.” It might be the only moment of group self-awareness in the whole play. Not even the grossest old Victorian dinosaur of a critic tries to pretend that Ophelia is making a big deal out of nothing. Her madness and death is plainly the direct result of the alternating tyranny and neglect of the men in her life. She’s proof that adolescent girls don’t just go out of their minds for the fun of it. They’re driven there by people in their lives who should have known better.
B.N. Harrison, from “The Unified Theory of Ophelia”
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2017 can redeem itself in blood (Woody Allen)
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sensitivesuggestion
celebrate your personal victories because no one else understands what it took to accomplish them
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You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted
do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar
[…] I do not exist to do his feeling for him.
Men who are afraid to feel must keep women around to do their feeling for them while dismissing us for the same supposedly “inferior” capacity to feel deeply. But in this way also, men deny themselves their own essential humanity, becoming trapped in dependency and fear.
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You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).
(via fawun)
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u know what women need to stop being embarrassed about their periods need a tampon? ask your friend for one, even if there are boys around replacing a pad? don’t bother hiding it on the way to the bathroom u have cramps?? dont be afraid to tell your male teacher that you need to go to the nurse for a pain killer you don’t have to apologize for talking about your period in front of men, if they’re uncomfortable they can go away but I have a feeling they’ll survive lol can we just please stop making what almost every single woman goes through every single month as a way of ensuring the human race doesn’t go extinct into something taboo
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not interested in beauty for beauty’s sake. give me a poem with teeth. hold a knife against the throat of language and demand more
Source: wnq-writers.com
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