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moderngirlblitz:

365 Ways of Feminism - Day 314
How does that saying go?

certifiedchildmolester:

Sonic Youth, Daydream Nation (1988)

a-ttitude:

i felt a funeral in my brain

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

~ Anaïs Nin (via indicio)