Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1918, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol.I: 1915-1919
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Cosimo Galluzzi
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1918, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Vol.I: 1915-1919
oh well i guess ill just be fat and hot
The Forerunner (1894) by Eugène Trigoulet
some things on pins
Etched German hunting saber (1560s–1570s)
The State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg
Type: Hunting saber
Overall length: 93 cm
Origin: Germany
Material: steel
Technique: casting, forging, etching, engraving
sophie edell
Gordon Mortensen (b. 1938), Meadows Ridge, Woodcut on Paper
Asia is my peak femmespiration
Obsessed w her in Chloe Sherman’s photographs of lesbian San Francisco in the 90’s. Just so gorgeous and feminine in a dyke way
Hao Leng.
stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.
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“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
Reblogging again because this is so beautiful
reblogging because imagining this feeling and what he must have been feeling gives me chills
lives were changed
when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil