lit by a light that isn't even the moon

hello i'm leah and you're lovely

[midnight-charm]

Mouna Fadiga photographed by Alexandra Leese

Stylist: Coquito Cassibba

[heavenhillgirl]

[5oil]

https://instagram.com/p/BJIcWJ2gp1G/

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[the-uncensored-she-deactivated2]

With a disgust common to all feminists who have tried to be participants in the so-called humanism of men, only to discover through bitter experience that the culture of males does not allow honest female participation, Virginia Woolf wrote: “I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not to talk about themselves anymore.” Men have claimed the human point of view; they author it; they own it. Men are humanists, humans, humanism. Men are rapists, batterers, plunderers, killers; these same men are religious prophets, poets, heroes, figures of romance, adventure, accomplishment, figures ennobled by tragedy and defeat. Men have claimed the earth, called it Her. Men ruin Her. Men have airplanes, guns, bombs, poisonous gases, weapons so perverse and deadly that they defy any authentically human imagination. Men battle each other and Her; women battle to be let into the category “human” in imagination and reality. Men battle to keep the category “human” narrow, circumscribed by their own values and activities; women battle to change the meaning that men have given the word, to transform its meaning by suffusing it with female experience.

“Pornography: Men Possessing Women,” Andrea Dworkin (via guerra-feminista)

[shirazade]

Lupita Nyong’o photographed by Alexi Lubomirski for Mujerhoy Magazine

[maryjblige]

[melodyhansen]

[fragmentarie]

Some people make us feel more human and some people make us feel less human and that is a fact as much as gravity is a fact and maybe there are ways to prove it, but the proof of it matters less that the existence of it—how a stranger can show up and look at you and make you make more sense to yourself and the world, even if that sense is extremely fragile and only comes around occasionally and is prone to wander or fade—what matters is that sometimes sense is made between two people and I don’t know if it’s random or there is any kind of order to it, what combinations of people work the best and why and how do we find these people and how do we keep these people around, and I don’t know if it’s chaos or not chaos but it feels like chaos to me so I suppose it is.

Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (via fragmentarie)

[frankocean]

new 18-99

[world-of-cats]

[thelovejournals]

My heart talks about nothing but you.

Albert Camus, The Just Assassins  (via moonlightangel)

[quentindebriey]

Steffy,Chinatown Nyc july 17

[soulmeitu]

his name is Pickle

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Thomas Dworzak. Afghanistan. Near the town of Kunduz. November 21th, 2001.

[vintagewoc]

Rachel True as Rochelle in The Craft (1996)

[wordsnquotes]

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)