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i am kinda mad because my american studies professor shot down my final paper idea (american vaginal health: a history 1900-1940) he was like “that’s not pop culture” like … what isn’t pop about health trends?!!!! what isn’t cultural about pussies?!!!! i think boys are so scared about vag like this is 2013 u better recognize vag is c r i t i c a l ugh i could write a killer paper  … but i didnt since i want an A im writing the paper on feminism/antifeminism in 1920s film i am 8 pages in alright catch u later

i am kinda mad because my american studies professor shot down my final paper idea (american vaginal health: a history 1900-1940) he was like “that’s not pop culture” like … what isn’t pop about health trends?!!!! what isn’t cultural about pussies?!!!! i think boys are so scared about vag like this is 2013 u better recognize vag is c r i t i c a l ugh i could write a killer paper  … but i didnt since i want an A im writing the paper on feminism/antifeminism in 1920s film i am 8 pages in alright catch u later
Chemistry Homework

(via hermippe)
There is always a penal colony hiding behind the Young-Girl’s vitrified smile.
The Young-Girl knows no other legitimacy but that of the Spectacle. Inasmuch as the Young-Girl is docile under the arbitrary rule of THEM, she is tyrannical when it comes to the living. Her submission to the impersonality of the Spectacle is what acquires for her the right to submit anyone else to it.
In fucking as in all other sectors of her existence, the Young-Girl behaves like a formidable mechanism for the annihilation of negativity. Tiqqus, A Theory of the Young-Girl
A neighbor down the hall is designating girls’ spiritual gemstones by their aura. “Not your Christian birthstone—none of that bullshit. Your real birthstone, like, I mean, you can’t look it up, I mean like it’s a Hindi witch art. Like Ali is totally raw quartz. You guys know. Jessica, garnet.”  “What’s mine?” i’m wearing a big t-shirt and no pants, filling up a watering can at the drinking fountain (thirsty plants). “Jane,” I like the way they are smirking when they say my name, real genuine, without intended hurt: “Yeah. You got, brown.”

A neighbor down the hall is designating girls’ spiritual gemstones by their aura. “Not your Christian birthstone—none of that bullshit. Your real birthstone, like, I mean, you can’t look it up, I mean like it’s a Hindi witch art. Like Ali is totally raw quartz. You guys know. Jessica, garnet.” 
“What’s mine?” i’m wearing a big t-shirt and no pants, filling up a watering can at the drinking fountain (thirsty plants).
“Jane,” I like the way they are smirking when they say my name, real genuine, without intended hurt: “Yeah. You got, brown.”
1 yere ago, or, i found this in my suitcase and thought it was pretty fun and timely (reflection: i feel the right same)

1 yere ago, or, i found this in my suitcase and thought it was pretty fun and timely (reflection: i feel the right same)
A long-haired form reads a book near a broken bicycle; someone in a bowl eats a strawberry; a hat-wearer cries into the water; a wannabe wizard practices juggling; two figures on Razor scooters stop without acknowledging each other. writing nonfiction for a term paper
u been sleepin ??

u been sleepin ??