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weep, you bratty goddess.

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I won’t forget. No. I’m simply telling you : I haven’t met in my life someone like you, ever. I didn’t get close to anyone like I did with you ever, and that is why I won’t forget you. You are a rare thing in my life. I started with you and it seems to me like I will end with you. لن أنسى. كلا. فأنا ببساطة أقول لك : لم أعرف أحدا في حياتي مثلك، أبدا أبدا. لم أقترب من أحد كما اقتربت منك أبدا أبدا ولذلك لن أنساك، لا.. إنك شيء نادر في حياتي. بدأت معك ويبدو لي أنني سأنتهي معك

Ghassan Kanafani (Letters to Ghada al-Samman)

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that’s it. that’s the show.

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#Freja Beha Erichsen #Costume Magazine

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lovin’ this formula 1 vibe

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my love

Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.

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