Audrey Hepburn photographed on the set of Two for the Road, 1966
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F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
i just really want to see what happened behind-closed-doors at the wedding between quinn and santana. is that too much to ask?
The kind of people you immediately stop associating with.
A closet homophobe, bigot, and someone who thinks indoctrinating their child will change their gender identity.
“Recreate any Game/Film/Album cover using ONLY Clipart and Comic Sans”
Nailed it.
Constant Justifications
Would Scarlett O’Hara have done this?
Yes.
Would Anne Boleyn?
Yes.
Ok, conscious cleared.
Abandoned Monastery in the Swamp photos by prosto_vova
Located in the deserted swampland of the Novgorod region of Russia, on both sides of the Rekonka River, stands a lonely monastery fortress, long abandoned but still holding watch as it’s slowly reclaimed by the earth, which has already devoured all roads leading to the site.
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Berliners sift through the ruins of their city with wheelbarrows, 1945.
William Vandivert
“At a rest area, a car parks next to mine. Two women about my age get out of the car. Having known fanfic, I can’t help but ship them. Of course they are a couple. The subtext will not allow anything less! There’s far too much heteronormativity out here anyway. Despite my imagination, something real happens in a single second. As I sit in my car, fiddling with my iPod, I look up at the driver. As she looks back toward her car, our eyes lock through the windshield for the briefest moment. I’m shook by her subtle expression as she glances my way and non-verbally communicates something wonderful. A warmth washes over her eyes and she flashes the subtlest of smiles. I stop. I probably flash a smile. I feel complete reassurance. I feel admiration. I feel acceptance. I’ve never experienced this before transition but I’ve been sensing it ever since. When read as a woman by another woman, especially in unfriendly or unfamiliar spaces, I get this knowing look like some secret handshake. It’s a feeling of solidarity maybe? I don’t know exactly but it is completely affirming. Even now, writing about it months later, I’m deeply moved. I tear up every single time I remember it. Thank you, unknown traveler, you have no idea how much this means to me.”—
Leaving a Mark on the American Heartland With My Solo Queer Trans* Woman Roadtrip
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Lindy West (via lavenderlabia)
Whoa! Holly fuckin’!…
Yikes!
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Nailed it.
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The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness”.
