To any of y’all Nolensville folks: avoid the Citgo on Nolensville road. The pump I wound up with was busted and sprayed petrol all over myself and the parking lot. While trying to to call for help to get the pump, which was still charging my card, to shut off, I wound up slipping in the fuel and can now barely walk or use my right hand
Just thought I’d share this charming piece of graffiti from near my home.
By the way, this is the ONLY women’s library in the country, it has only women’s work in it and also serves as a sort of feminist museum. They’re affiliated with a university close by and hold regular events such as workshops and talks on subjects like the poetry of immigrant women of colour or the representation of mental health in women’s literature. Its also due to be closed down by the Conservatives.
Can men go in and borrow books written by women?
Yeah, totally, they even do events for men by women on intro to feminism, rape culture stuff sometimes!
god forbid women have a single fucking thing without men getting jealous like fucking children
….and lynse showing white kids across the United States and Canada how to Bankhead bounce
Just wanna lie in bed and listen to Debussy all damn day.
*gets the urge to delete all my social network accounts, drop out of school and live in the woods*
you can’t just thoreau your life away like that
Found in the free bin at McKay’s yesterday: Playboy’s 1973 attempt at sexual psychology. With enlightening features such as “The Language of Legs,” “Playboy’s Girl-Watching Quiz,” “Games For the Virginia Woolf Set,” and “The Great Girl Nut Quiz.” According to the girl-watching quiz, I’m a legs kind of guy. WHO KNEW???
Since I’ve got the long black hair, pale face, never-sleeping creepster thing down pat, I am seriously contemplating just becoming the girl from the Ring so that whenever someone sees my tired-ass face and asks why I look so jacked up, that creepy little boy from the Ring can just pop out, give them a grave look, and solemnly say “She never sleeps” and then disappear in cracking puff of black smoke.
Brick wall standin’, breakfast buyin’ bitches.
“Soon we’ll be drinking mimosas with Grandma at Disney World.”
Antsy, hazy, bored so recording rough tracks. Whoooooooo.
Through double exposure and long-exposure blur, Woodman obscures herself in her photographs. In a literal representation of madness and the desire to disappear, Woodman creates beautiful, surreal images all featuring herself. The artist killed herself at 22 by jumping out of her New York City loft window. Her images are renowned for being the “Sylvia Plath of Photography”.