peachy keen

[fashiontimeless]

Anna Sui Spring 1994 Ready to Wear

[gusty]

[woahdudenode]

[lilkimseason]

lil’ kim x missy elliott - sean john fashion show - nyfw - feb. 2000. 💞💞💞

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[eyeofscottie]

[kajra-re]

Aishwarya Rai, Ab Ab Laut Chalen, 1999.

[cotdeath-blog-blog]

[mell0w-out]

[cowboyemojis]

[thecartierrug]

[serious]

[protobacillus]

[nikest]

Follow @teighlorrenee. Her blog is lit! Im so glad I followed her

[ababelofprose]

For as long as I can remember, this has been one of my favorite feelings. To be alone in public, wandering at night, or lying close to the earth, anonymous, invisible, floating. To be ‘a man of the crowd,’ or, conversely, alone with Nature or your God. To make your claim on public space even as you feel yourself disappearing into its largesse, into its sublimity. To practice for death by feeling completely empty, but somehow still alive.   It’s a sensation that people have tried, in various times and places, to keep women from feeling. Many still try. You’ve been told a million times that to be alone and female and in public late at night is to court disaster, so it’s impossible to know if you’re being bold and free or stupid and self-destructive. And sometimes  practicing for death is just practicing for death. As a teenager I liked to take baths in the dark with coins placed over my eyes.

from the red parts by maggie nelson (via ababelofprose)

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