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Huge Magazine 2006

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Feminist Graffiti from the 1970s [x]

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Alt-J | Every Other Freckle

I want to share your mouthful
I want to do all the things your lungs do so well
I’m gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a beanbag
Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet

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"Angela, finalmente consegui comprar a bicicleta que nos faria conhecer metade do mundo. Depois de muito tempo consegui voltar na loja. A lembrança de te ver ali, parada, me quebraria as pernas. Eu te devo o mundo e o perdão por ele. Eu sei que você chorou quando fui embora. Eu tive a certeza disso quando me falaram que o seu portão estava enferrujado. Ontem a loucura me fez ouvir tua voz doente. Abri os olhos, olhei para o chão e vi uma foto tua. Aquela do inverno passado. Desliguei a TV e voltei a dormir. Angela, troca o portão e faz o café que amanhã eu chego com a bicicleta que nos fará chorar de rir".
Angela trocou o portão, fez o café, mexeu os pés e esperou.

Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.

Sylvia Plath - The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via girlnah)

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Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot. Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Rock The Casbah — The Clash (The Singles, 1991)

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