It’s my birthday in 30min. July 26.
And I’m not looking forward to it.
It’s been a very long week and a very shitty day.
I want to eat my feelings and sleep for at least a week.
I’m excited for dear white people, but I’m not excited for all the ‘think pieces’ written by all the white people who will miss the entire point.
"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."
fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest
Yea yea yea
(Source: raccoonwounds, via agua-de-limon)