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olgy:

I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.

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Leonard Cohen interviewed by Dorian Lynskey (via guardian)

Hi I have a poetry blog now on wordpress.

Have a loookkk: 

http://catherinemadden.wordpress.com/ 

Byron, on his lover, Caroline Lamb. (via aubade)

rolledup asked: In a fresh stripey bed in a house on da coast being battered by wet winds while I'm all cosy and jetlagged reunited with my bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Where are you Catherine?xxxx

That sounds like the start of a fine novel. I am in the second zone of a  capital city in a room littered with dirty clothes and smelling like people sleeping.xxxx

Where are you Hannah? xx

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eatdrugtakepizza:

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Femfresh is the work of the devil

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feistyfeminist:

coolpeopleinhistory:

“Tomorrow I die because I lusted not for flesh, but to command my own destiny. This is not a womanly act, I know, but I have oft thought that in this way my spirit is much the same as a man’s. In this world a woman is born with one master who is her father. He rules her life until he hands her to a husband, who rules her till death. Many preachers preach that women have no souls. But some perverse twisting in my self has always kept me from obedience from men. I was but a girl when I first counted my self their worthy opponent. I defied them all - father, Cardinal Wolsey, Henrey. Held my ground like some knighted soldier on a battle ground. Mustered my forces, advanced, retreated, fought many skirmishes, practiced diplomacy won some great battles. And lost the war.”

-Anne Boleyn, in her last letter to Elizabeth

This is actually from the book The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn, which I greatly enjoyed.