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by  tanagandhi

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Oklahoma / December 2015 / 35mm film

-Hayley RIppy

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Tea cups.

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Delicate Details / December 2015 / 35mm Film

-Hayley Rippy

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Sandra Cisneros, “Little Miracles, Kept Promises”

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i love like the last autumn leaf on a winter barren tree

move and sway with the wind but do not give up easily

-molly

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“Like the moon rising over the scintillating blue waters, let’s be resilient, let’s persevere and prevail with grace… May we allow spirit to sustain and guide us from the path of dissolution. May we do work that matters.”

Gloria Anzaldúa (via yesixicana)

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quote by Andrea Gibson

handwritten by fouhrest

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You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.

 “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections”    (x)

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Reject the male gaze by being an ugly old crone with long greasy hair and a hooked nose. Try dressing yourself exclusively in filthy rags, or, if those aren’t available, maybe just wrap a huge bed sheet toga-style around your body. What’s most important is that you’re comfortable and can move your arms easily to cast wicked spells. Dress for you and your needs, not for anyone else. Get yourself a set of iron teeth because why the fuck not, those are super metal. Like, literally metal. Remind yourself that you don’t exist to please men – you exist to be a terrifying witch who does whatever she wants.

“Russian Witch Baba Yaga’s Guide To Feminism” | Ravishly (via tornbread)