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lostsplendor:

Holton-Arms School Picture, 1927 (via)

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marthaivers:

Joan Crawford, 1927

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#unf  #dress  #hair  #good  
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fashionprowler:

Yohji Yamamoto F/W 10

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  11/19/12 at 06:33pm

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blazeoflight:

Jesus didn’t die for your sins. Buffy did…

Twice.

OH. MY. GOD.
  11/18/12 at 09:09pm
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PRINCESS FRICKFACE FUCKER

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oldbookillustrations:

Topaze, portrait painter.

J-J. Grandville, from Vie privée et publique des animaux (Public and Private Life of Animals), under the direction of P. J. Stahl, Paris, 1867.

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bienenkiste:

Kasia Struss for Max & Co. Fall 2011

  11/18/12 at 04:25pm

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that led them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

fleurs-maladives:

O’Gorman, Mervyn - Christina by the pond, c 1913.

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autruchon:

Mark Rothko, Sans titre (1963)

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