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“Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my ways of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”

— How I Go to the Woods, by Mary Oliver

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I was forwarding these to a friend and figured it’d be worth sharing them all here too so enjoy some free books and essays and things in no particular order:

Jeanette Winterson - Art Objects

Does Your Daughter Know It’s Okay To Be Angry? - Soraya Chemaly

Braiding Sweetgrass - Robin Wall Kimmerer

Zami, Sister Outsider, Undersong - Audre Lorde

Garments Against Women - Anne Boyer

Laziness Does Not Exist - Devon Price

Learn Socialism Resources

Do Economists Actually Know What Wealth Is? - Nathan J. Robinson

Love Dialogue: CÉLINE SCIAMMA on Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Carlos Augilar

Teaching To Transgress - Bell Hooks

Sexing the Cherry - Jeanette Winterson

Sinister Wisdom Archives

Why Pop Culture Links Women and Killer Plants - Amandas Ong

How To Suppress Women’s Writing - Joanna Russ

Women’s Voices Now

The Life of Tove Jansson

Unbearable Weight; Feminism, Western Culture and the Body - Susan Bordo

‘A Simple Favour’ and That Whole Lesbian Psycho Thing - Ciara Wardlow

OUTWEEK Archives

AirPods Are a Tragedy - Caroline Haskins

Devotions - Mary Oliver

Go Tell It On The Mountain - James Baldwin

Nevertheless, She Feasted: Why Girls Get Hungry in Horror Movies - Francesca Fau

Written on the Body - Jeanette Winterson

Sula - Toni Morrison

Not Vanishing - Chrystos

The Fever - Wallace Shawn

Portrait of a Lady on Fire director Céline Sciamma: ‘Ninety per cent of what we look at is the male gaze’ - Alexandra Pollard

Minimalism Is Just Another Boring Product Wealthy People Can Buy - Chelsea Fagan

AIDS, Art and Activism: Remembering Gran Fury - John d’Addario

In the Day of the Postman - Rebecca Solnit

Blood and Guts in Highschool - Kathy Acker

Mark My Words: The Subversive History of Women Using Thread as Ink - Rosalind Jana

Exploring Frida Kahlo’s Relationship With Her Body - Rebecca Fulleylove

Ravens have paranoid, abstract thoughts about other minds - Emily Reynolds

The Lady in the Looking Glass - Virginia Woolf

Angela Carter talks beauties and beasts with Terry Jones

A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing - Eimear McBride

Why Female Cannibals Frighten and Fascinate - Kate Robertson

Lesbian Herstory Archives

Bartleby

Guggenheim Books

We Are Lisa Simpson: 30 Years with the Smartest and Saddest Kid in Grade Two - Sara David

On Beauty - Zadie Smith

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado

How Millennials Became The Burnout Generation - Anne Helen Petersen

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views from my window tonight

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hella places to go on street view

canals of venice // metropolitan museum of art // taj mahal // eiffel tower // versailles // burj khalifa // moma // canadian parliament // the white house // diagon alley // national portrait gallery (usa)  // national gallery (uk) // christ the redeemer // mount fuji // cern // hashima island // grand canyon // scott’s hut (antarctica) // japanese mineshaft // angkor wat // railway in the swiss alps // cinque terre // musee d’orsay // allure of the seas cruise ship // chateau de fontainebleu // wieliczka salt mine // colusseum // everest base camp // mudslide bridge // tengboche monestary // berg field center // tokyo tower // trafalgar square // central park // royal palace of amsterdam // tardis // acropolis museum // kunsthistorisches museum // frick collection // smithsonian american art museum // tokyo national museum

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Dmitri Pryahin

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ana mendieta, 1976

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Serge N. Kozintsev, Morning Tea

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A dark, foggy night.

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comic for a zine~!

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http://station.tumblr.com/

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WASTELAND, BABY ! ! ! ! ! ! 

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western ppl talking about the poor conditions of women’s rights and lgbt rights in africa, asia, the middle east and south america is so frustrating and stupid bc U LITERALLY DID THAT!!!!! most laws prohibiting same sex relationships etc or laws restricting women were imposed on these regions by western imperialism. although the situation has changed in the west, the countries that suffered under western presence still largely hold on to the old western legislature. India is an example, where lgbt ppl are still struggling to undo the laws imposed on them by the british, Japan is an example, as they only prohibited same sex relations for 7 years in order to become part of the international community. westerners influenced and messed up countries with such progressive cultures and now dare point the finger at those ‘backwards savages’. the only inhumane thing u are looking at is hundreds of cultures destroyed to fit western culture.

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the phantom: sing for me my angel of music!!!

9 year old me honestly believing i had both the vocal range and operatic stylings of miss christine daaé:

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TO BE LOVED

“oh, reminisce!” | chapter 1

mentions of blood and violence, death, bad/neglectful parents, spousal abuse, descriptive imagery. read with caution.

     She sobbed when she did it. Sobbed a disturbing, blinding sort of cry each time she plunged the sharpened kitchen knife into her now deceased husband’s chest. Anguished, jagged whimpers fell from her at each jerk of the knife, blood dribbled down her honey-kissed skin, coated her round cheeks…

It was blood that was never her own.

She sobbed for it all- Sobbed for everything that she once had, sobbed for everything that she lost, and sobbed for everything that she had endured in the years of marriage. More than that, however, she sobbed because she knew authorities would never take any of her reasons for killing her husband into account. What they would simply see was a deranged housewife murdering her wealthy, notorious lover in a fit of passion– The thirty-seven and counting stab wounds in his chest would truly only work to prove it. No… No law enforcement would ever see it Yera’s way… Would never understand the swirling chaos that she’d been put through from birth to marriage that had lead to that very moment in time.

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hiatus!!

as if i weren't in one already fjdkdj but anyways yes i am on vacation rn sooo i'll b back in september! 💛💛