May 2011
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If she was wearing a t-shirt, someone would say she should have been wearing a...
– Why Slutwalk? (via superglue-anonymous)
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Dear Reader:
If a woman identifies as being a feminist, it would be incorrect to assume that she hates men. This would be called stereotyping.
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The Smurfette Principle →
cgwacko asked: Hurry up and finish your summer playlist so I can go through and download every song already. Gosh. :-)
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One of the funniest things to happen to me this...
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Now you're knocking at my door, saying please come...
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lovemethrough asked: i thought this would be a good one to use when you're the swan queen:
"a queen is never late. everyone else is simply early."
right? right? RIIIIIIIGHT?
just put it away in your arsenal should you ever have to use it. you're welcome.
"a queen is never late. everyone else is simply early."
right? right? RIIIIIIIGHT?
just put it away in your arsenal should you ever have to use it. you're welcome.
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She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the...
– J.D. Salinger (via caleyhustle)
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I’m home for the weekend!
My goal this summer is to do a TON of reading. My mom gave me a bunch of books by Laura Lippman with the premise of her giving them to me being, “she writes about Baltimore! She’s from Baltimore! You go to school in Baltimore!” My mom is a very big “beach read” kind of gal, so we’ll see if any of them are any good. If not, I...
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There is hope for me yet. →
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The more girls a boy has, the better. He has a bright look, having reaped fruits, blooming. He stalks around, sure-shouldered, and you have the feeling he’s got more in him, a fatter heart, more stories to tell. For a girl, with each boy it’s as though a petal gets plucked each time.
From Susan Minot’s short story “Lust”