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http://m.motherjones.com/mojo/2012/03/transvaginal-ultrasounds-coming-soon-state-near-you
Fucking. What the shit. This is legal rape.
How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person?
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via timedoesnotexisthere)
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Jane Birkin
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A couple and their van at Woodstock
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I hate when people tell me how I feel,
or that the reason I feel that way is because I need God in my life. Like only the power of Jesus can heal me. No. Just fucking stop. I can’t even. I won’t. Enough.
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