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Greater men than I have failed to agree with life.
– Charles Bukowski
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Blame Aphrodite by Sappho
It’s no use
Mother dear, I can’t finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite
soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that boy
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When the topic of misogyny comes up, and men change the subject, it trivializes...
– Greta Christina (via rev)
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In this love, you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
– Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via depressionparty)
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If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they...
– Terry Pratchett (via enlightenedbombshell)
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from “A Poem” by Kay McKenzie Cooke
Oh and let’s not forget the heartbreak, the heartbreak of newly-mown grass, of any and every awful beauty.
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Each time a girl opens a book and reads a womanless history, she learns she is...
– Myra Pollack Sadker (via aninsufferableknowitall)
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The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on...
– Georgia O’Keeffe (via leopoldgursky)
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You by Carol Ann Duffy
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head. so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.
Falling in love is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin. into my life, larger than life, you...
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The problem is, real people buy sex, and real people sell sex. The numbers on...
– Melissa Gira Grant I really wonder how long it will take for it to sink in that sex workers sell a service, not their bodies. I’m a theatre major and have also been paid for some modeling I do. Both of these involve me using my body and skills to provide a service that I am paid for (at least I’m...
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‘I used to think until you’re eighteen nothing matters,’ said Mary. ‘That’s...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, from Tender is the Night
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Macbeth, V.v.24-28
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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The modern conservative is engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral...
– John Kenneth Galbraith (via ratak-monodosico)
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