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Marilyn Monroe photographed getting ready for her press conference for The Seven Year Itch, at the St. Regis Hotel in New York City, by Sam Shaw, September, 1954.
Found this incredible street art whilst looking for brunch. Some beautiful handling of spraypaint and subtle translucent colour all at the hands of Shok-1, an artist I stumbled upon first in real life and then online. Fuckin love bones.
I CAN’T FORGET WHAT HAPPENED BUT NO ONE ELSE REMEMBERS floats in the reflecting pool as call to create national memorial to survivors of rape and abuse.
No woman wants an abortion like she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion like an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.
Anonymous (via jasfuckinq)
me: i need to lose some weight
friend: but you look so good
me: bitch who said i didn’t look good!! the fuck!!!!
When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Zelda Fitzgerald (via southerly-styled)