so my parents were gone for 2 days and I switched most of our family photos with pictures of steve buscemi…
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Female members of Egypt’s “liberation battalions” train in the desert near Cairo for guerrilla warfare against the British in the Suez Canal zone, Nov. 20, 1951. Photo courtesy: NPR: A Brief History of Women in Combat
Woman with Snake by František Kobliha, 1910
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It doesn’t matter where I’ve been in the world, whether it’s Tehran where women are—smashing and remodeling their noses to looks less Iranian, or in Beijing where they are breaking their legs and adding bone to be taller, or in Dallas where they are surgically whittling their feet in order to fit into Manolo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos. Everywhere, the women I meet generally hate one particular part of their bodies. They spend most of their lives fixing it, shrinking it. They have medicine cabinets with products devoted to transforming it. They have closets full of clothes that cover or enhance it. It’s as if they’ve been given their own little country called their body, which they get to tyrannize, clean up, or control while they lose all sight of the world. — Eve Ensler, The Good Body.
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My mom got me a cake since I was in Delaware for my birthday. #unicorn #bestmom (Taken with Instagram)
candle in the butthole ;)
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Saliera by Benvenuto Cellini (1540)
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