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anenlighteningellipsis reblogged
when fiona apple said “my breast’s gonna bust open. the rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk. i just made a meal for us both to choke on”
anenlighteningellipsis reblogged
“Fiona had always been shot as a waif – tendrils of hair blowing (dressed in lingerie), out in some sort of lily field. She told me she wanted to chuck that scene and be a warrior woman in a suit of armor.”
– Joe McNally, The Moment It Clicks
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I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded. I cannot be disrespected, I respect myself and believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me.
Fiona Apple
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“Fiona had always been shot as a waif – tendrils of hair blowing (dressed in lingerie), out in some sort of lily field. She told me she wanted to chuck that scene and be a warrior woman in a suit of armor.”
– Joe McNally, The Moment It Clicks
How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone.
Fiona Apple, “Left Alone”
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Fiona Apple | Every Single Night
these ideas of mine percolate the mind trickle down the spine swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
that’s when the pain comes in like a second skeleton trying to fit beneath the skin i can’t fit the feelings in every single night’s alight with my brain…
Fiona Apple | Every Single Night
These ideas of mine Percolate the mind Trickle down the spine Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in Like a second skeleton Trying to fit beneath the skin I can't fit the feelings in Every single night's alight with my brain...
anenlighteningellipsis reblogged
It’s impossible for me to be happy; psychologically and chemically impossible. So I’m going to help some little girl out there. I’m going to let her know that I have stretch marks on my ass, and bunions, that I don’t have my shit together at all. Please say that I don’t have my shit together. I want to give that girl some hope. I want her to know that she doesn’t have to have her shit together. She doesn’t. It’s okay if she doesn’t. I’m going to prove that, and then I’m going to die.
Fiona Apple (via deermoon)
