kathleenjoy:

Jenny Holzer

my babe


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filed under: #sky ferreira

I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.

Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera


18.39.07 // via + © // 426
filed under: #about me

haydenwilliamsillustrations:

Bey & Solo by Hayden Williams

scrlett:

you can make me go to church but u can’t make me look like a straight person

I knew that some victims of powerful self-loathing turn out to be dangerous, violent, reproducing the enemy who has humiliated them over and over. Others surrender their identity; melt into a structure that delivers the strong persona they lack. Most others, however, grow beyond it. But there are some who collapse, silently, anonymously, with no voice to express or acknowledge it. They are invisible. The death of self-esteem can occur quickly, easily in children, before their ego has “legs, ” so to speak. Couple the vulnerability of youth with indifferent parents, dismissive adults, and a world, which, in its language, laws, and images, re-inforces despair, and the journey to destruction is sealed.

Toni Morrison - excerpt of her Foreword to The Bluest Eye


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killer-titz:

look at my punk ass naked on the internet


22.44.29 // via // 313
filed under: #nsfw

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