ASSAULTED PRETZEL

I CANNOT CLASSIFY THIS BLOG... THIS BLOG DEFINITIVELY HAS NO CLASS.

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I have been taught to save parts of myself for others. My thoughts, they say, mean more when they are unvocalized. My body, I’ve been taught, is a greater gift when I keep it hidden away. I am better swallowed, kept apart, not listened to, not shared, not publicized, stuck in the shadows, invisible, forgotten. I have learned to sit down, stay quiet, and always cross my legs. I have learned how to speak only when spoken to. I know how to be silent. I know how to be sweet. I have had extensive lessons in both. But I do not know how to be me.
Saving Myself | Lora Mathis (via hiceuncollage)

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ohsohepburn:

Natalie Wood

ohsohepburn:

Natalie Wood

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excitingsounds:

Jail Jamas ~ Daring Gift For Married Folks (Thoresen’s, advertisement circa 1950s)

excitingsounds:

Jail Jamas ~ Daring Gift For Married Folks (Thoresen’s, advertisement circa 1950s)

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"Why don’t you come on up and see me sometime — when I’ve got nothin’ on but the radio."

"Why don’t you come on up and see me sometime — when I’ve got nothin’ on but the radio."

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Every writer, of every political flavor, has some neat historical analogy, or mini-lesson, with which to preface an argument for why we ought to bomb these guys or side with those guys against the guys we were bombing before. But the best argument for reading history is not that it will show us the right thing to do in one case or the other, but rather that it will show us why even doing the right thing rarely works out. Adam Gopnik on the value of studying history. (via newyorker)

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Grace Jones and Dolph Lundgren, 1985

Grace Jones and Dolph Lundgren, 1985

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