You remind me of the babe (what babe? )
The babe with the power (what power? )
The power of voodoo — do you know that song?❤ babe with the power ❤ mixed media · credit: sol fortuny / @itfeelsblind
❤ my looks and habits are not a crime. rape is. ❤ AVAILABLE IN MY SHOP · credit: sol fortuny / @itfeelsblind
. S TO P R A P E C U L T U R E .
❤ señorita bimbo ❤ wise words, love doesn’t hurt
August 30, Thursday
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me II. / society6.com
February 7, Wednesday
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me I / society6.com
January 2, Tuesday
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
the bell jar, sylvia plath