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I will not try to kill myself this school year. I will not drop out. nobody thinks I walk weird. nobody notices that my hair's curl pattern on the left is different than on the right. affirmations.

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i loooove the turning of the seasons i complain about hot weather because well i dont feel so good when it's hot outside but the beauty of late august into september cannot be denied and this time of letting go of summer and anticipating autumn is so unique and special. my opinion

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More beautiful tiles, every single one of these please

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I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

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thinking about this excerpt from giovanni's room as i lay in bed staring at the ceiling endlessly

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jessczapalskipoetry

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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

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hold up what do you mean humans can't tell if something's wet . what

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it's interesting how in the popular imagination, middle-aged and older women are often considered entitled, annoying bitches whose feminism is outdated and manners nonexistent. these women are supposedly holding back progress and just being insufferable nags and hags in general. meanwhile, many NGOs—from animal shelters to soup kitchens, from rape crisis centres to rescue dog associations, from suicide hotlines to crime victim support services—actually rely on the unpaid labour of middle-aged and older women, who are very much overrepresented among their volunteers. often, these organisations are desperate to attract more men and young people, and some even have specific programmes to reach out to potential volunteers from those demographics! in the meantime, though: need someone to wash the remnants of an oil spill off a bird's plumage? accompany a victim of human trafficking to a hearing? sort through a pile of donations to refugees? time to call those middle-aged and older women to do their unpaid and underappreciated work.

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from the found grocery lists collection

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For years older men would make her nervous. Even when she made her album, she refused to sit next to any of the musicians or Andy Slater, her producer and manager. She’s honest enough to make other connections: “I had really bad boyfriends for a lot of times that had slight physical resemblances to the man that raped me.”

Those months in Los Angeles were not good ones for her. She was in a rough way. For one thing, she was anxious around the musicians. “I just assumed he had paid everyone off to be here and that they were all really pissed off to have to be there with me,” she says, “because I was a stupid little kid and they were real musicians.” Also, things weren’t great with her parents.

As she talks about this, Fiona pauses. She starts a sentence, then stops it. There’s something she’s not sure about telling me. But Fiona Apple can never withstand the temptation of the truth, so she explains. As much as any professional help, it was a new friend who pulled her out of the darkness.

That friend was Lenny Kravitz. “I wasn’t his girlfriend or anything like that,” she says. But Kravitz and a friend came to the studio one night and told her how good it sounded, and they were the first people she believed. “And,” she says, “I ended up talking to Lenny a lot. He was the first person I could sit next to. Literally … he’ll never understand how much he helped me.” When he went off on tour, they would speak all the time. If you look at the video for Lenny Kravitz’s “Can’t Get You Off My Mind,” where he is filmed talking on the phone, it is Fiona Apple on the other end of the line. - Rolling Stone

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View from a California Highway, 1970s

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The Girl I Left Behind Me (detail), Eastman Johnson, c. 1870-1875

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woman listens to song she used to love when she was fifteen 10 dead 20 injured 

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— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"

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Kate Bush photographed by John Carder Bush