urbancatfitters:

I love drunk me but I don’t trust her

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Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” Sinister Wisdom #36 (Winter 1988/89).  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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demystifyingshit:

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

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margaretolson:

prescient 

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opal-october:

my little house on a hill in the rainy, foggy pacific northwest winter

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