j'ai une âme solitaire
intrepidprofessor:

"There is always a way out. Now what is stopping you?""Probably myself if I’m being entirely honest."

But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.

This is what rape culture looks like.

This is what misogyny looks like.

steezyirl:

God less America, Los Angeles, 2001
Photography Jane Hilton
poppyclub:

old-school-fools:

Frida Kahlo painting while injured.

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creak:

glw blog
creak:

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fuckyeahlessthanzero:

There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called “Los Angeles” and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for days. The images, I later found out, were personal and no one I knew shared them. The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children. Images of people, teenagers my own age, looking up from the asphalt and being blinded by the sun. These images stayed with me even after I left the city. Images so violent and malicious that they seemed to be my only point of reference for a long time afterwards. After I left.

― Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero

tvpartyorchestra:

Jean-Michel Basquiat retrospective at the Gagosian Gallery
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