Plutowe

Writer, artist, illustrator

[plutowe-blog]

[luthienne]

Even now I can’t explain. Something happened, a kind of earthquake that shook everything and I lost faith and touch with everybody.

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Lady Ottoline Morrell, dated March 14, 1921 (via luthienne)

[virgin-martyr]

Dreamy and vacant she looked–

Katherine Mansfield, excerpt from “The Little Governess” from The Collected Stories of Katherine Mansfield (via virgin-martyr)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am possessive about time alone.

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

[agentmaya-blog]

Women are described in animal terms as pets, cows, sows, foxes, chicks, serpents, bitches, beavers, old bats, old hens, mother hens, pussycats, cats, cheetahs, bird-brains, and hare-brains…‘Mother Nature’ is raped, mastered, conquered, mined; her secrets are ‘penetrated,’ her ‘womb’ is to be put into the service of the ‘man of science.’ Virgin timber is felled, cut down; fertile soil is tilled, and land that lies ‘fallow’ is ‘barren,’ useless. The exploitation of nature and animals is justified by feminizing them; the exploitation of women is justified by naturalizing them.

Karen J. Warren Ecological Feminism (via bettedavisgf)

[bitchtoss]

Courtney Love photographed by Michael Lavine - 1991

[badandbrown]

Devon Aoki // 2000s

[bloodycherrytree]

Debbie Harry

[bitchtoss]

Fiona Apple photographed by Pablo Serrano - 1996

[bitchtoss]

Fiona Apple photographed by Kate Garner - 1997

[polkadotmotmot]

Hunt Slonem

[michaelmoonsbookshop]

[plutowe-blog]

Why does this remind me of so many years ago?

In the prequel to September we choose which seeds to sew.

Looking back, I realise that you’ll befriend another,

This time I admit the truth, we never will be lovers.

Your plan to leave me high and dry won’t work now for this reason,

To betray me once again I recognise is treason.

You and I are both quite shy but we are not the same,

To commit this crime once again would be such a shame.

You are right and I am right yet we are both so wrong

To leave this messed up situation going on so long.

I won’t pretend if you don’t pretend we’re not in this together,

Why do all the stagnant things keep going on forever?

My dearest dear you remain near,

Those words won’t escape from me.

My shell covers up all I feel so that you never will see.

You’re not to blame you hide away

Because you do not know either

So when we go our separate ways 

The truth will be much clearer.

[lifeinpoetry]

“If you could lick my heart, / it would poison you”

— Charles Hood, from Partially Excited States

[kernjosh]

[weepforadonais]

If poetry comes not naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all.

John Keats, from a letter to John Taylor, Feb 27, 1818. (via weepforadonais)

[antonellapiroli]

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