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the curse of the woman
i sit in the passenger seat of the car bought by my stepfather.
my mother sits behind the wheel
and for a moment i look into the sliver of eye behind her glasses
and i see myself in return
like a mirror i see my future
the damning fate of all women
the curse of becoming like your mother
and this isn’t new,
this happened to my mother and yours and their mothers.
it’s brings us back to the first woman
a primal thing.
the fate of becoming maidservants at the heel of men.
to be not powerless now but even worse tricked with the idea that it’s not exactly that
the illusion of power in the modern woma
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The worst part of modern streaming services is that I now have to google whether or not a show has been censored before I can watch it
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What have I been up to for the last seven years? Well, I had what in the old days used to be called a nervous breakdown, then I wrote a novel, then I got a weird disease inside my ear caused labyrinthitis which has a great name but literally nothing else to recommend about it. Then I wrote a book of essays. Also, I started a podcast, but who didn’t?
Oh, and I got really fucking good at making memes.
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the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing
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i don’t wanna scream
i don’t wanna shout
i just wanna sit there and talk about something
i know nothing about
ramble for hours
laughing and crying
you said my hair smells like flowers
here with you, a fate worse than dying
a warm bed at home
with a perfect man in it
but when we’re alone
i seem to forget him
because your lips are like magic
your hands like the ocean
a forbidden secret
that i couldn’t possibly let open
damn my loose lips
but keep your hands on my hips
and sway with me until the room burns down
stay with me until i’m out of this town
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@userphotoshop event 8 | holidays
so it’s official. christmas is canceled. no, christmas is not canceled. christmas gifts are how you show the people you love that you care in a very special, magical and highly mandatory way. you want me to shop until I drop, and I don’t want to drop.
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David Bailey - Maudie James Wearing a Dress by John Bates for Jean Varon (Vogue UK 1968)
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hello tumblr. it’s been a while. specifically, it’s been 4 years. i cant say i haven’t missed you, and the three full years of my life i wasted here compose some of my fondest memories. anyways, i’m back with a penchant for blogging again.
i’m on a new account and i’m happy. follow me if you like any of the tags, and i’ll follow back.
#return#the 1975#maisie peters#lizzy mcalpine#fashion#aesthetic#schiaparelli#betsey johnson#vintage#shitpost#matty healy
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