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Currently reading Marie by Margareta Sophia Liebeskind It’s like The Sorrows of Young Werther if written by a woman (of that era) I still don’t know how it’s going to go I’m genuinely drawn in (this rarely happens with me and 18th century literature)
Females: I want equal rights. Females: You can’t hit me I’m a female.
Females: I want equal rights and i don’t want you to hit me because I am a human being and I don’t like being hit
Why is that the first place fuckers go? Why do you wanna hit women so badly? Why do you wanna hit anyone so badly? You’re fucking scary, op.
Why do you equate equality with who you can and cannot abuse?
“Don’t wish to be a fairytale princess Wish not for true love’s kiss on those cold, dead, lips You are interesting when alive, awake Break free from his prison And run away with your wicked stepmother Who isn’t that evil anyway Kiss her on the lips and feel life’s breath escape Liberated, unstolen From your warm, sweet mouth”
dontcry-franny, Letter to a fairytale princess (via wnq-writers)
Snow White, you, the epitome of beauty, Your virginal skin, death's pallor, Stole my crown. You were born of spilled blood And I will watch yours stain the drifts red Before I bite into your heart. Woman's power is her face and her body is her weapon. I fought my way through the mob of courtesans, Into your father's arms, Into my throneroom. I drain power from their weak male groins And I control the kingdom from my chambers. And you, you child, seven years old, Uncorrupted, distilled beauty, Eternal girlhood in her glass case. You will not wrest my power from me, naive youth, I will not watch sweet innocence enchant The male gaze that so ravaged me.
Letter to Snow White from her mother - dontcry-franny
Getting back into studying is hard :(
Rapunzel let down her hair And it fell shorn at her feet. Bulging gut Sin’s twins In blazing shame and dusty exile. Birth red on desert sand Flesh torn by screaming life And Eden’s tower in ruins around her As he waters the thorns with his cold dead eyes.
Rapunzel - dontcry-franny
listen closely and you will hear my screams of pure joy rn (source)
the last sentence is hilarious if you are aware that daniel handler is lemony snicket.
I’m crying. Thank you Netflix.
This will break the craving of another movie my heart has been yearning for
Don't wish to be a fairytale princess Wish not for true love's kiss on those cold, dead, lips You are interesting when alive, awake Break free from his prison And run away with your wicked stepmother Who isn't that evil anyway Kiss her on the lips and feel life's breath escape Liberated, unstolen From your warm, sweet mouth
Letter to a Fairytale Princess, dontcry-franny
I really want to experiment writing like Christa Wolf where she viewed the child self as the third person, and the past as the second. Christa Wolf is too underrated. She is fantastic and I can’t wait to revise her for my specialist author paper.
By praising the Duchess of Cambridge as a champion for her generation of women, Patsy Kensit demeans the sacrifices the suffragettes made for the right to vote
Look I wrote something for the Guardian
Had an opinion piece accepted for The Guardian eeeeep
A collection of illustrations for Lewis Carroll’s “Phantasmagoria.”
Lora Baize Boo Boo, 2015 Acrylic, Flashe, and gouache on panel
When I think about you I expect to feel sad because they told me to. Did you know we can provide support after? Ask me again and again and pull my eyes apart to look for coercion in my stare. It’s not the right time, we don’t have any money, excuse upon excuse. Why I can’t have you I have to keep talking, keep embellishing, keep telling her why oh why I can’t possibly As much as I want to. But I don’t want to. I don’t fucking want to.
don’tcry-franny
My first foray into the world of writing on the Internet that isn’t posted by me On my great-great-great aunt who was a militant suffragette and feminism and my relation to it in this scary fucked-up world
Morrissey everybody
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