Saturday: My grrrl gets into town. Kumbia Queers concert. Saturday's Pisces horoscope: "Romance has returned!" #accurate #match #fromsalsatoromance
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
we're not kids anymore.
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trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Saturday: My grrrl gets into town. Kumbia Queers concert. Saturday's Pisces horoscope: "Romance has returned!" #accurate #match #fromsalsatoromance
Throwback. On a new album. #jewelforever
THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME
Iâm actually kind of scared of implements when it comes to spanking, but I appreciate this chart, nonetheless.
Things I don't remember: being small, my mother's toes.Â
I Knew I'd Sing
Heather McHugh A few sashay, a few finagle. Some make whoopee, some make good. But most make diddly-squat. I tell you this is what I love about America--the words it puts in my mouth, the mouth where once my mother rubbed a word away with soap. The word was cunt. She stuck that great big bar in there until there was no hole to speak of, so she hoped. But still I'm full of it--the cunt, the prick, short u and short i, the words for her and him. I loved the things they must have done, the love they must have made to make an example of me. After my lunch of Ivory I said vagina for a day or two, but knew from that day forth which word struck home like sex itself. I knew when I was big I'd sing a song in praise of cunt. I'd want to keep my word, the one with teeth in it. And even after I was raised, I swore, nothing, but nothing, would be beneath me.
by guest blogger Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg, Content Intern
The Body is Not An Apology believes in practicing the principal of continued dialogue even through challenging, complicated topics, so, today, guest blogger Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg shares her take on the conversation begun Tuesday.
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Nadia Aboulhosn. Iâm the one to watch.
No seriouslyâŠlook how happy kitties make me. C.O.E - cats over everything. #cats đ»
Anais Nin (via: musicisart.ws)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
Adrienne Rich (via leif13)
âAnd the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except lonelinessâ
Sylvia Plath (via pollgold)
Kasho Takabatake
When you canât imagine you can fall to pieces in anotherâs sturdy arms and still be seen as whole remember the universe only became the universe when it shattered into dust.
Andrea Gibson (via ohandreagibson)