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"Do you really have to be the ice queen intellectual or the slut whore? Isn't there some way to be both?"
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17 / 6 / 11

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17 / 6 / 11

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15 / 6 / 11

15 / 6 / 11

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15 / 6 / 11

inquotation:

The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton

The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night alone, I marry the bed.

I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

She took you the way a woman takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today’s paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

(Source: sorryexcuseforasociallife)

14 / 6 / 11

(Source: mindsuicide)

14 / 6 / 11

i12bent:

Djuna Barnes (June 12, 1892 – 1982) was an American writer who played an important part in the development of 20th century English language modernist writing and was one of the key figures in 1920s and 30s bohemian Paris after filling a similar role in the Greenwich Village of the teens. Her novel Nightwood became a cult work of modern fiction, helped by an introduction by T. S. Eliot. It stands out today for its portrayal of lesbian themes and its distinctive writing style. (Wiki)

“The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.” — Djuna Barnes (Nightwood)

14 / 6 / 11

14 / 6 / 11
"That’s why I make the goofiest faces, I don’t want people to think I’m up here trying to be cute. I’m trying to entertain, and entertaining is more than exuding sex appeal" - Nicki Minaj (via ruhruhlikeadungeondragon)

(Source: mulattoenerd)

14 / 6 / 11
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ninghil:

Fallin’ - Alicia Keys

Sometimes I love you. Sometimes you make me blue. Sometimes I feel good. At times I feel used. Loving you, darling, makes me so confused. I keep on fallin’ in and out of love with you. I never loved someone the way that I’m loving you.

14 / 6 / 11
"Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I’m not saying that’s what they really are. I’m just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you." - Zadie Smith (via fleurishes)
5 / 5 / 11
"The men liked to put me down as the best woman painter. I think I’m one of the best painters." - Georgia O’Keeffe (via thatswhatshesaidquotes)

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4 / 5 / 11

4 / 5 / 11
"They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?" - Kate Braverman, The incantation of Frida K (via slychedelic)

(Source: wine-loving-vagabond, via awritersruminations)

4 / 5 / 11

Agent 355 from Y: The Last Man.