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YOU ARE THE REASON
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taylor price
styofa doing anything
sheepfilms
Claire Keane
Not today Justin
if i look back, i am lost
Kiana Khansmith
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Keni
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
#extradirty
NASA
RMH
Sade Olutola
Kaledo Art
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@a-mess-is-right
me: i love you but please, please do not step on my keyboard. go a foot out of your way and go around
my lovable yet ungrateful cat, a troublegirl and a fiend: you could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature
these signs will have a wonderful summer ☾
Leo;
Libra;
Capricorn;
Pisces;
Virgo;
Gemini.
It’s June 1st and I’m fucking gay
Hayley Kiyoko’s Music Videography
If Hayley Kiyoko crashing her car because she was too distracted by a hot girl lying on top of her isn’t a lesbian mood 20gayteen I don’t know what is
And speaking of Sophia Tolstoy, her diaries are just so depressing.
“I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman. I try to suppress all human feelings. When the machine is working properly it heats the milk, knits a blanket, makes little requests and bustles about trying not to think […].“
She wrote this when she was 19, one year into her marriage to Leo and as she was pregnant with the first of his 13 children.
A few years later, when she was 25 or so:
“I am so often alone with my thoughts that the need to write in my diary comes quite naturally … Now I am well again and not pregnant—it terrifies me how often I have been in that condition. He said that for him being young meant “I can achieve anything”. For me […] reason tells me that there is nothing I either want or can do beyond nursing, eating, drinking, sleeping, and loving and caring for my husband and babies, all of which I know is happiness of a kind, but why do I feel so woeful all the time, and weep as I did yesterday? I am writing this now with the pleasantly exciting sense that nobody will ever read it, so I can be quite frank with myself […].“
During her 12th pregnancy she wrote about taking scalding baths and jumping from high pieces of furniture to try and miscarry. And at one point while reading her husband’s diary (which he told her to read) she found the sentence “There is no such thing as love, only the physical need for intercourse and the practical need for a life companion.” In her own diary she wrote “They ebb and flow like waves, these times when I realise how lonely I am and want only to cry…”
A few years before her husband’s death, she published a cycle of prose poems titled “Groans”, under the pseudonym “A Tired Woman”.
wow, I had no idea. I’ knew a man who idolized Tolstoy as a gentle and compassionate spirit, what with his love of animals and so forth, and here he was in his personal life, using up and oppressing, emotionally starving the woman who gave him everything. RIP, Sophia Tolstoy.
Marriage…
Don’t much about Tolstoy, but fuck…That poor woman. He robbed her of her entire life.
Can you imagine being used like that and impregnated 13 times to find out the man just used you to wipe his dick and didn’t give a fuck.
Don’t even forget that the history of women is being sexually used and bred to death by men.
That’s just it, this was practically the standard for women for a long time. All they were allowed to do was be some man’s wife, care for his house, birth and raise what were considered to be his children etc.
is there anything weaker than a testicle?
the man attached to it
where has this pic been my whole life
Me, a Gemini, every time I open my goddamn mouth:
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i like when a guy tells me he doesn’t know why i’m unhappy because “i’m so pretty”, because sure my outter looks are all i care about. sure i’m only interested in how you, as one individual man, feel about me. thank you for clearing up the years of self hatred with the one statement “you’re too pretty to be unhappy”
Straight men who always joke about hating their girlfriend are so fucking weird like imagine having a girlfriend and not treasuring and loving her every day smh grow up
