Apr 14, 2014

The self-portrait, as written by a woman, is read as somehow dangerous & indulgent. Some sort of gag order from modernism that even Second-Wave feminist critics, reading Jean Rhys, reading Zelda, reading Anaïs Nin, have internalized— this idea of being self-indulgent, in indulging in the self as contrary to art…

…The charge against women writers so often is narcissism. This unconscious bias against women who are full of themselves bleeds into reactions against their literature. That it’s somehow cheating to draw from one’s OWN life, even if it’s with startling insight into the human condition, or more forbidden still, the complex & ambivalent female condition.

Kate Zambreno, from Heroines (via muscovite)

this neatly sums up what is going to be my Masters dissertation

(via afixforthefits)

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radoihaed:

sistering:

i’m the morrissey of my friend group

real morrisseys don’t have a friend group

(Source: picture-jpg, via atlashuggedd)

Apr 8, 2014

wortermelon:

if you caught me at the wrong time of the month looking at this i might have started crying

(Source: twitter.com, via atlashuggedd)

Apr 6, 2014
We ought never to forget that in spite of the bliss love promises its first effect is one of turmoil and distress. Passion fulfilled itself provokes such violent agitation that the happiness involved, before being happiness to be enjoyed, is so great as to be more like its opposite, suffering.

Death and Sensuality, A Study of Eroticism and the Taboo

George Bataille, 1962

(Source: jxxmarie, via conceptualsensitivity)

Apr 6, 2014

sttaybeauttiful:

i can’t tell you all my secrets

(via atlashuggedd)

Apr 6, 2014

lazz:

valerie solanas’ amazing dedication to herself in up your ass, 1965.

(via irisandthelense)

Apr 1, 2014

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ‘cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

(Source: beneta, via fake-it-real)

Apr 1, 2014

aloofshahbanou:

sext: Really care abt u and ur feelings

(via irisandthelense)

Apr 1, 2014
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Anais Nin

2 real

(Source: pigmenting, via conceptualsensitivity)

Mar 5, 2014

officialheadachevevo2012102:

I wanna start my life over and be less embarrassing.

(Source: edmwithguitars, via irisandthelense)

Mar 5, 2014

Dark Red Sea

Emil Nolde - 1938-1945

(Source: bofransson, via ihaveahatfuloffuckoff)

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