December 2010
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When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via aliz-ard, jaune) (via futurisms) (via monstreux, aliz-ard-deactivated20100919) (via durian) (via artilleur) (via quiethandsquietkiss)
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Take me to the riot.: Everytime you say "real... →
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Real women are tall. Real women are short. They’re wide. Gaunt. Their bones can stick out of their collarbones, or be disguised by curves or fat. There are real women with breasts and real women with flat chests. There are real women who have had to have their breasts or…
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