May 2012
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grrrl-style-now:
wow i have a really radical idea
why don’t we just appreciate our bodies
and not hate on anyone else’s
ever
at all
for the rest of eternity.
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi (via peppermintpatteee)
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“And the walloping Oxford bells, turning over and over like slow porpoises in a...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Years
Oh noooo Virgina Woolf writes about Oxford and it’s perfect!
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Getting out of bed is so impossible, how does anyone ever do it wtf
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E-books are not the devil. Everyone chill out.
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on tumblr: guys we need to have a serious discussion about the erasure of nonbinary trans* people
in real life: ok, I guess I have to explain to my entire class how "feminist" is not an insult
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Just turned on my lamp and discovered three big spiders in my room; had to kill them all myself. Now that I’m utterly terrified and had to close all the windows, those motherfuckers are depriving me of both cool, fresh air and the chance of any sleep tonight.
Ugh.
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Several more Oxy photos coming; computer troubles prevent me from uploading stuff from my actual camera, so phone photos it is!
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I’m having a hard time getting out of bed even though it’s almost noon because I know then I need to eat something which means I either need to cook and not leave the house until even later or spend money and risk clearing out my bank account three weeks too early. And I want to go outside because it’s so nice out, but I need to get work done and I know that if I go outside I...
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“‘Chloe liked Olivia,’ I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was...”
– Virginia Woolf in “A Room of One’s Own” (via gerutha)
“On top of all the other reasons the right hates Obama, there is also the fact...”
– That Obama Feller Knew What He Was Talking About (via wilwheaton)
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This morning, I spent five fretful hours hovering somewhere between wakefulness and uncomfortable dreams; the geese were honking and squealing and squawking and their weird, shrill rhythms worked their way through my window and into my head as I fought to stay asleep past 8:30 (unsuccessfully). And at first I thought, “well, I really love my room, but maybe I wouldn’t mind not living...
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