December 2011
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violent femme: "are you in love?" →
asked anon in my ask box.
hi. am i in love? am i in love.
the thing is, i believe in a thousand different types of love. i fall in love with strangers all the time. not romantically, but i’m easily fascinated. and i am in awe of a lot of people. but that doesn’t necessarily mean that i was in love with them.
i have been dating my boyfriend right now for two years. we’ve never taken a...
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If Hip Hop Met Jazz...
ohmyearth:
She smelled like sunday mornings down south on unfamiliar routes she was country, when you were city, she lived right and you were ‘bout the nitty gritty, she knew religion and you knew graffiti, she had soul, you had pity, but life ain’t as bad when you’re looking at something pretty.
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this christmas (to you and you and you)
I hope your belly is full of wine and good food and I hope that you’re laughing. I hope you get head scratches and big hugs. I hope you get to watch A Christmas Story (it’s on for the next 24 hours on TBS)! I hope someone kisses you under the mistletoe. I hope you have a change of heart. I hope at least ten people tell you that they adore you. I hope you know you look so lovely...
Homeless for the Holidays: Portraits of New York... →
likethewine:
“Coming out for these kids was not primarily experienced as liberating and freeing, nor was it experienced as finding acceptance in the broader LGBT community. For these kids, coming out meant being driven from their homes, denied love, denied all economic support, made to suffer utter destitution. And, shamefully, despite the numbers of homeless LGBT youth across the nation...
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Watch
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“In love you have loosened yourself like sea water; I can scarcely measure the...”
– Pablo Neruda (via theyearwas)
On Being Hard Femme #1 →
sexismandthecity:
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things i love most, today.
lookarounditshappening:
faith, when spoken well.
struggle, done with grace.
languages. keep track: how many ways can i say ‘thank you’?
trembling, because that’s when you know you did something right.
imagining myself very old.
a girl I miss most, today
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“She came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn’t walk in her bare feet that much, putting down her heels and then letting the weight move along to her toes as if she was testing the floor with every step, putting a little deliberate extra action into it.”
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thawing
I had a dream we ran away, down the hill and over state lines but I woke up in my bed, still next to you but with to-do lists in between. I’m trying to get back somewhere and I know it’s past the pillow over my head and garbage truck that woke you up maybe all the way to saturday, punch drunk love and four shy kids on a twin sized bed but it’s not the weekend anymore and maybe...
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