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A Woman lighting a cigarette near a cafe window Gordon Parks, Paris, 1964

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I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Monica Belluci in La Riffa (1991)

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update on personal life stuff

got hit by 12 cars and died. sory. all at once. no traces left behind. I think one of the cars was carnivorous

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Kali Uchis paying homage to Diana Ross with flowers in her hair

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“February, that month of fleetest sweetness.”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to F.S. Cooper written c. February 1876

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how can i stop having crush on a guy who's acting exactly like my dream bf except he ghosted me .... girlies this is serious

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I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

— Anaïs Nin

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A post-medieval scale tang knife handle with inscription 'make you bleed' from the 17th - 18th century

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“Who attached these heavy wings on my shoulders?”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Bride of Ice.”

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“I know you hate me. Come and kiss me. Handsome devil. Fallen angel.”

— Colette, from The Collected Novels; “Chéri,” published c. March 1920