I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
There were still men who sat at my table,
circled around the bowl I offered up.
The bowl was filled with purple grapes
and the flies hovered in…
Nov. 4, 2012. Indian Muslim brides chat as they wait for the start of a mass wedding ceremony in Ahmedabad.
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"I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far everytime the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room."
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via pop-punk-patroclus)
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M.I.A. – Bad Girls (1,831 plays)
M.I.A. | Bad Girls
I’m coming in the Cherokee gasoline
There’s steam on the window screen take it, take it
Wheels bouncing like a trampoline
When I get to where I’m going, gonna have you trembling
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Salvador Dali, Summer.
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We can be heroes, just for one day.
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"How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?"
Sylvia Plath (via idalias)
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Ulla von Brandenburg - Street, Play, Way, 2014 @biennalesydney #19bos #imaginebiennale #ullavonbrandenburg (at Cockatoo Island, Sydney Harbour, Australia)
St. Vincent – These Days (8,841 plays)
Please don’t confront me with my failures
I have not forgotten them
David Bowie – Let's Dance (3,051 plays)