Maybe no one ever told you,
But the heart IS a metaphor.
Yours is growing so strong
You’ll have your rhythm back any day now—
Loving like rumours spread.
Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits.
Living like you never forgot how.
—To Be Gone
i know i’m stressed.
i don’t need the eczema outbreak to tell me.
but thanks for making me feel like i’m seven again.
this actually happened
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY?!
“Maybe it’s her time of the…”
“If you say time of the month, I’m sending you to a women’s health workshop.”
fucking bless this show.
For I conclude that the enemy is not lipstick, but guilt itself; that we deserve lipstick, if we want it, AND free speech; we deserve to be sexual AND serious—or whatever we please; we are entitled to wear cowboy boots to our own revolution.
— Naomi Wolf (via beelockwood)
- John Lloyd: Lastly, here's a Freudian question for you. Freud once said, "The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul is: what does a woman want?" What do you feel about that?
- Natalie Haynes: I think... a woman wants not to be treated as some sort of exotic sub-species by a coke-addled creep like Freud.
—Tell Me on a Sunday [Tell Me on a Sunday]
don’t want to know who’s to blame
it won’t help knowing
don’t want to fight day and night
bad enough you’re going
don’t leave in silence
with no words at all
don’t get drunk and slam the door
that’s no way to end this