May 2013
71 posts
“One day Jean-Luc and I were sitting in a cafe in Boulevard St. Michel and we...”
– Anna Karina, 2004 (via anna—karina)
tonight was a very weird night
all I’m going to say for the time being is that I’m really glad I didn’t kiss/fuck Tom because if I had been drunker I would probably have done so and now that I’m sober-er I am cringing at the fact that such a possibility had even occurred to me in the first place
yeah, shudder, no thanks
Tom is platonically quite a lovely human being though
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the nice thing about this girl is that
if nothing else
she will have instigated in me an inclination toward writing poetry
which is pretty cool
because writing poetry is kind of like breathing
“Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1890 (via jesuisjuliet)
there was a time in my life where I had bootlegs...
I wonder where they are now
I mean probably on an external hard drive somewhere
but which external hard drive
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Girls will kill you a thousand ways
(death by a thousand cuts)
I went to the anarcho feminist bar
and drank too much
and kissed people I shouldn’t
and thought of you
which is all I ever seem to do these days
thinking of you, not kissing other people
I don’t believe in the virgin/whore dichotomy
But maybe you do
(and I like you enough for this hypothetical not to bother me)
and if so I don’t want you to think I’m a slut
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I don’t want to get attached to someone who is leaving Paris in a week and isn’t even moving to one of my two American cities.
But, fuck, I haven’t had such a visceral reaction to someone in so long.
The minute I saw her
my stomach dropped
my mind went “well fuck”
I instantly started running a gaydar scan
ugh idk I kind of just want to drop out and work for a nonprofit and let homeless queer youth crash on my couch
I don’t want to say I’ve lost interest in writing but I’ve become kind of disenchanted with a lot of the things I used to write about and I don’t have the kind of life experience necessary to write the modern lesbian version of “Another Country”
basically I guess what I’m saying is...
k8ism:
“Do not fall in love with people like me we will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting us like blood in your mouth”
mattachinereview:
you can shove it where you...
“A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat...”
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Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg (via thisisendless)
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suiteddevil:
I’ve been referring to the small-town supernatural realism genre in my head as “Paranormicana” lately (paranormal * americana). Smoke less, or write a paper about it?
write a paper
never smoke less
have you learned nothing from living in Los Angeles
look I found an article on "Virtuous Pedophiles" →
because apparently that’s a thing
read it if you want your mind sort of blown I guess
considering just renaming my Tumblr “official dyke-lesbian-andro-queer-photos reblog page”
“A ban on niqabs in France or mini-skirts in Uganda, or warped legislation on...”
– Sara Yasin, Palestinian-American blogger, on the distracting clash that is the hijab debate in the NYTimes (via alymeetsturkey)
we need a little glamour & glamour arrives: Call... →
lumpenspaceprincess:
Being a trans lady is real hard, and part of that is especially in places like where I grew up and live there’s nobody to reflect back to you and say “no actually what you’re feeling is real and valid and ok.”
Reading Nevada by Imogen Binnie fucked with me for like a…
rad rad rad, plz forward this to anyone you know who might be interested
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sweetdez:
detrea:
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a-little-insane:
the best part about being the little spoon while cuddling is being able to rub your butt against the person’s junk
The best part about being the big spoon while cuddling is getting to rub your junk against the person’s butt
The best part about the big spoon is that it lets me get bigger portions of ice cream as I cry alone in my...
bon-bon:
The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
