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I had the best dream this morning. I was Beyonce’s best friend. Not the other way round, not her being my best friend, but ME, I was the one she depended on for best friend times. She flew me to America just to be backstage at one of her concerts cause she was stressed out and we drank champagne and did our nails together and I was like, “come on Bey, you know you’re better than this” and she’s like “you’re right, thanks Tash, god, you know just what to say to cheer me up” and then we got into a jet and I woke up, alone.

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I’ve sneezed that hard before too.

I’ve sneezed that hard before too.

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vaganovaboy:

prosthetic-dance:

Evgenia Obraztsova featuring David Hallberg in Onegin

Love her as Tatiana <3

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mymodernmet:

Lifestyle photographer Grace Chon recently turned the camera on her 10-month-old baby Jasper and their 7-year-old rescue dog Zoey, putting them side-by-side in the some of the most adorable portraits ever.

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levantineviper:

The now abandoned House of the Communist Party in Bulgaria 

We should fix it up and convert this into Trans Illuminati HQ.

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kendra-p:

"I’m going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room." 

kendra-p:

"I’m going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room." 

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bosimba:

i found a leather jacket made for build-a-bears in my closet so naturally i had to put it on my cat

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For many of these women, the reading experience begins from a place of seething rage. Take Sara Marcus’ initial impression of Jack Kerouac: “I remember putting On the Road down the first time a woman was mentioned. I was just like: ‘Fuck. You.’ I was probably 15 or 16. And over the coming years I realized that it was this canonical work, so I tried to return to it, but every time I was just like, ‘Fuck you.’” Tortorici had a similarly visceral reaction to Charles Bukowski: “I will never forget reading Bukowski’s Post Office and feeling so horrible, the way that the narrator describes the thickness of ugly women’s legs. I think it was the first time I felt like a book that I was trying to identify with rejected me. Though I did absorb it, and of course it made me hate my body or whatever.” Emily Witt turned to masculine texts to access a sexual language that was absent from books about women, but found herself turned off by their take: “many of the great classic coming-of-age novels about the female experience don’t openly discuss sex,” she says in No Regrets. “I read the ones by men instead, until I was like, ‘I cannot read another passage about masturbation. I can’t. It was like a pile of Kleenex.”



This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hyper-masculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives. These writers are celebrated by the society that we live in, even the one who stabbed his wife. In No Regrets, Elif Bautman talks about reading Henry Miller for the first time because she had a “serious crush” on a guy who said his were “the best books ever,” and that guy’s real-life recommendation exacerbated her distaste for the fictional. When she read Miller, “I felt so alienated by the books, and then thinking about this guy, and it was so hot and summertime … I just wanted to kill myself. … He compared women to soup.”

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In No Regrets, women writers talk about what it was like to read literature’s “midcentury misogynists.” (via becauseiamawoman)

Here’s a fun thing you learn when you study literature: the western canon is not universally beloved. Those books are not the Truth any more than the New York Post is skilled journalism. The main reason they’re held in such high esteem is because they were written by boring white dudes with rage fantasies and boring white dudes with rage fantasies also happen to be largely in charge of deciding which books are deemed classics and taught forever in the American school system.
So if your boyfriend tells you he loves Kerouac then you tell your boyfriend Kerouac was a fucking second rate hack who wrote Beat style because he didn’t have the skill or talent to write any other way, which is probably also why he just copied every adolescent male wanderlust story since the beginning of time. That shit’s derivative and boring.

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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again forever: fuck Kerouac

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Haha oh boy, one of my tutors right now told me that my favourite book is a ‘boy book’. He’s probably my biggest reason for quitting my degree and doing something different. I don’t want to be a part of this world any more.

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can’t wait until i’m 80 years old and it’s 2064 and i’m all “aww fuck yeah” - OMC, hOw bizarre

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#ooh baby you're making me crazy everytime i look around 

sarsparillo:

boyfriend

yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oberyn can get it.

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this is maybe kind of dumb, but i was listening to this song almost exactly four years ago at midnight, walking home tipsy from a bar, looking up at the moon and the street lights when i finally decided to leave someone whose life purpose seemed to be to experiment in ways of making me miserable, like a lab rat. now i’m happy, like a free rat. so thanks, the shins.

you’ve got so much more to dream of,
oh girl, sail her don’t sink her, this time.

(Source: Spotify)

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