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Lorde
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“I think of myself as a woman who wants other women to be bosses and to be strong and to be go-getters.”
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To love is to give what one does not have to another who does not desire it.
Jacques Lacan (via fyp-psychology)
Source: fyp-psychology.com
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You don’t let go of a bad relationship because you stop caring about them. You let go because you start caring about yourself.
Charles Orlando (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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The Life & Times Of Frida Kahlo (2005) dir. by Amy Stechler // Frida Kahlo from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera
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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Sylvia Plath, “Elm” (via misswallflower)
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I feel like i need to do something with this
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Don’t let your loyalty become slavery. If they don’t appreciate what you bring to the table, let them eat alone.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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“She was to be the demon child forever.”
“Now I knew her to be less human than either of us, less human
than either of us might have dreamed. Not the faintest conception
bound her to the sympathies of human existence. ”
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The body’s delicate: the tempest in my mind, Doth from my senses take all feeling else.
William Shakespeare, King Lear (via dukeofbookingham)
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You know I’m such a fool for you
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There’s this process by which anything girls love becomes disdainful, cliched, sad, in a way that the things boys love never do. Boys can love pulp SF and westerns and comic books, and they become greater, they become epics and serious films and graphic novels. But for every girl who ever loved Sylvia Plath in high school, for every one who watched that crocus of a girl slipping away into the earth and saw herself, there is a invisible choir of derisive laughter, there is an instant satire of that love - just another one of those sad, dirty girls, another goth girl who thinks she’s special, how can anyone bear that emo poetry, how can anyone take a girl seriously who loves Morgan le Fay and Persephone and ankh-wearing Death, just like all the other girls?
My Dinner With Persephone, Catherynne Valente (via ablogwithaview)
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