Faye. 20. England.

"I move the stars for no-one"
Cats, intersectional feminism, being fat, reading literature/poetry/prose, British panel shows and other stuff.

Sometimes I can be incredibly ignorant: call me the fuck out on it. Please.

I choose Vodka. And Chaka Khan.

There is no such thing as a British accent.

 dicks flapping
This one time I was Milan and I’m literally around multi-millionaires and billionaires at this dinner and Dita Von Teese gets on stage and she gets buck naked and she spins around in a big martini glass and everyone clapped for her. And it’s bullshit. It’s not fair that it’s OK for her to do it because she doing it for rich white people but you know I was in like, the hood, and I did what I had to do to survive… and I constantly get ridiculed.

- Amber Rose 

Curve Magazine Interview “The Real Amber Rose” (2011)

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They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.
Oscar Wilde.


Sexuality is fluid, whether you’re gay or you’re straight or you’re bisexual, you just go with the flow.
Shane McCutcheon


I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute…
Rebecca West, The Clarion.


If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
Oscar Wilde


Faith in faith’ he answered himself. ‘It isn’t necessary to have something to believe in. It’s only necessary to believe that somewhere there’s something worthy of belief
Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination.


I don’t mind at all.
I don’t mind that you only call me when you want.
And Im just glad you want me at all.



How you turned my world, you precious thing.
You starve and near exhaust me.
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you; I move the starts for no-one.
Bowie.


We are no longer afraid of dying. We pour ourselves out recklessly into symbolic expression and pass away without regret.
Don Cupitt.


labyrinthines:

It’s been days now
and you change your mind again
it feels like years,
and i can tell how time can bend your ideas

and the boys go on and on and on and on
and the boys go on and on and on and on
and there’s gold falling from the ceiling of this world
falling from the heartbeat of this girl
falling from the things we should have learned
falling from the things we could have heard