Lindsey

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

[weltenwellen]

Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame

[terminusantequem]

Ben Crawford (Irish, b. 1983), Stolen Kisses, 2021. Oil, acrylic, oil stick and charcoal on linen, 153 x 153 cm

[oldwinesoul]

“𝐼, 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠.”

—Susan Sontag

[forestgreenlesbian]

Matriarch Eats, Marco Argüello

[sannasundberg]

[thereignclub-trc]

[blurry-focus]

©Ruth Bernhard, The Eternal Body, 1946-75

[danilanea]

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[cafe-solo]

[theglasschild]

“I went into a café and lit a cigarette; and it came to me that I had no need of anyone to help me to live.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, from When Things Of The Spirit Come First: Five Early Tales 

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[dykeplier-deactivated20240511]

"Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”

– Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride

[largerloves]

“…the cuckooing cacophony, Of a broken mechanism: This mockery of a heart.”

— Fatima Lim-Wilson, from “Séance with Salvacion Consuelo” (via soracities)

[ferralit]

[shisasan]

“Desire is no light thing.”

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[growaglow]

[mybeingthere]

Olaf Rude (Danish, 1886-1957), Interior with girl and oranges, 1929. Oil on canvas, 91 x 81 cm.