“Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.”

“The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.”

(via typewriterdaily)

The color photography of Elliott Erwitt  c. 1950s-1970s

It’s the weirdest thing. I feel like I’ve been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I’m just now waking up. Spectacular!


Diana with Elton John and Cher at The Rock Music Awards, 1975


Diana with Elton John and Cher at The Rock Music Awards, 1975

your post about bukowski and kerouac and miller is pointless.

1. i just reblogged it, it wasn’t my post, 2. i still read and enjoy those authors but i thought it had an interesting point that made sense to me and enlightened why their books were not appealing to me at times and 3. chill bruh 


im always like hell yeah i’d survive an apocalypse and then i remember sometimes I nearly faint in the shower because the water is too hot


Me as a good friend: *supports and encourages ur hoe activities*





The Rolling Stones in Los Angeles (1966)
Photographer: Guy Webster

now i want red pants