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#get yourself a man who will grin at you covered in blood, won’t snitch on you, will dance with you, beat up anyone who gets between you, and will carry you like a sack of potatoes to safety

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless : well educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

-Sylvia Plath, the unabridged journals

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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

The Invisible Hand of Your Mom wiping your butt for you so you can pretend like you’re having Important Man Thoughts

This makes me think about how Emily Dickinson was writing her poems and suffering from chronic depression but still somehow found time to contribute to the housekeeping and do all the baking and look after her sick mother. The Brontes sisters too still had to run the house for their elderly father and addict brother (who by all accounts did nothing and slept most of the day) while writing their poems and novels. Women writers have never enjoyed this privilege. . 

Jane Austen only had a small desk in a public room.

After you learn more about women writers in the past, you really understand A Room of One’s Own.

People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.

Harwin keeps getting these one second scenes that make me fall completely irrevocably in love with him: sees bloody Rhaenyra last episode and thinks “that girl can get it,” then this episode he spots her running about the city and says “I’m no snitch, let girls be girls”