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@sumlesbian
Can I skip to the part in my life when I have no stressful responsibilities and I’m financially stable and I can road trip to pretty places with a puppy and a girl I’m very much in love with
the distinction between “crafts” and “fine art” is probably driven by misogyny and the devaluation of women’s labor
art forms that have traditionally been practiced by women like embroidery are devalued and called just “crafts” while art forms that women historically were mostly barred from (painting, sculpture) are “fine art”
It’s also hella racialized. For a long time Indigenous arts were devalued as crafts
Mother! Fucking! This!
I feel more helpless with you than without you.
Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck (via wordsnquotes)
Orgasms are the only emotions I want to feel.
*walks up to straight couple* which one of you is the bee and which one of you is the fully grown adult woman who left her fiance for the bee?
My favorite thing is when people remember little things I told them. like seriously? you actually listened to me? thank you
sleep before your day has the chance to get any shittier
I am so used to the feeling that being in love means being ripped apart. Torn wide open. Being beaten to the ground and mocked and put down and being made to feel like you are nothing. When kind hands hold me. I dont know what it means.
it means being stitched back together and helped back up. feeling worthy and appreciated and honoured. kind hands will cut themselves putting you back together before they ever let you bleed again. kind hands are here, ready for when you choose to hold them back.
For You, and Your Denial // Yellowcard
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