December 2011
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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via hospitalbombers)
"Disappearance" by Roger Friedland →
Let’s talk about BUSH.
For Italian men the smell of a vagina is something earthy. The vagina for them is a prize, a beautiful flower to be admired and won, not as in the United States, a term of disdain, a cunt. In Rome a vagina is una fica, a term deriving from the fig, a great thing, a delightful gift, a ribboned fruit. Among young Romans, the expression fica is a way to convey something...
hitting on my iphone
Me: Are you single?
Siri: There's just one of me. But I contain multitudes.
Me: DAMN GURL
“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with...”
– Joan Didion
“I reflected that everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now. Centuries...”
– Borges, ‘The Garden of Forking Paths’ (via modernismus)
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
– Virgina Woolf, “A Room of One’s Own” (via paperwhistle)
