The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via 14ths)
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—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via 14ths)
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When the morning ended we both drank,
Me milk with cinnamon and you black tea.
I suckled upon the milk like it was the milk of my own breast,
And you poured the tea down your throat like it was our past,
Guzzling together we began to forget.
Alone, with him,
he creates a vast
drawing of me-
‘Hymen to Scale’
he calls it,
and hangs it
on our wall.
—Anita Sarkeesian (via whovian-slut)
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Heya, Followers.
On the 27th of March I am donating ten inches of hair to The Little Princess Trust who make real hair wigs for children suffering hair loss. Most wigs go to chemotherapy patients but are also provided for other conditions like alopecia.
If you want to obtain a wig or donate click the link below.
http://www.littleprincesses.org.uk/
I will be posting before and after pics!
This is when you know you have awesome friends! Go Becci :) xx
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“Naked” by Abril Salas.
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The complete Senbazuru will be exhibited in the Platform exhibition at Trerise Gallery in Plymouth until Sunday.
After that it will be hung up outside and allowed to disintegrate in the elements, releasing its good wishes for the world into the ether.
Images of its degeneration will be posted here daily
A must see!
I was dreaming of those Elizabethan girls
While you were working in the market to earn ourselves
And when you found out what happened yesterday
While you were away in this land of Cain
We were upstairs in the bedroom dancing disgusting
And flushing our babies down the drain
—The Myth of Trust - Billy Bragg