monitored living.

nadine・24・berlin・feminist

We also got THE biggest wine glasses at IKEA per my request. It’s way more huge than it looks. Bigger than my hand.

missvoltairine:

eyebaglady:

laina:

laina:

laina:

this guy was watching the vmas with me and now he’s educating himself how precious is that

he keeps asking me all these questions about aspects of feminism and he’s like “so basically it’s about letting women do what they want without being judged for it” and I was like yea and he was like “oh okay that’s so simple why isn’t everyone a feminist” it’s precious

update: I banged him

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD THIS GIRL BANGED A GUY FOR LOOKING UP THE WORD ‘FEMINIST’ AND SEEING WOMEN AS PEOPLE IM FUCKIGN SCREAMING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE

this girl is a teenager and all the people making fun of her for having sex with a guy and speculating about her sex life because her sex life isn’t feminist enough or w/e gross me out tbh

like shaming a teenage girl for having sex with a dude for the “wrong” reasons isn’t very rad you guys, come on

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thegestianpoet:

Look! Look! Dorm! 

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#interior  

80% of the time I’ll forget wich book I ordered the week before. Not even mad though since it always feels like Christmas. I’ve always wanted to read #thevirginsuicides and the #murakami is my favourite but I didn’t own it till now. :)

LIEBE AUF DEN ERSTEN SCHLUCK <3

asylum-art:

Olafur Eliasson: Your Lost Outside, 2014 
24 partially silvered glass spheres 24 stainless steel wall mounts 190 x 190 x 20 cm One of the more selfie inducing pieces on show this year . 

Tanya Bonakdar, Frieze New York 2014

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#art  

nuberus:

Federico Galdangelo

2014

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Paying IKEA a visit to get just a few things and then leaving with 60€ of goods.

belladonnaprice:

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

prettyarbitrary:

nuedvixx:

blusterousiris:

Robyn Lawley, Jada Sezer, and Gabi Gregg for Swimsuits For All. 

😻😻

Now THIS is how you sell a fucking bikini.

WHAT WHAT LEGIT CHUBBY GIRLS IN ADS?! NOT JUST HOLLYWOOD CHUBBY BUT FOR REALS CHUBBY THANK YOU BLESS

(Models Shareefa J, Robyn Lawley, Jada Sezer and fashion blogger Gabi Gregg)

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Anonymous asked: You are beautiful.

Thank you, stranger!

Apparently I took this picture in Saturday at 6am after a night out drinking but in don’t remember anything.

I’m meeting boys who like Charles Bukowski and they all want to do brutal things to my body. They tell me they buy a bottle of whiskey whenever they get one of his books and don’t stop reading till they’ve gone through a pack of cigarettes. They blow smoke in my face and say, “He was the outcast king of L.A. Did you know that, huh?” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say,“He’s great.”

A new boy gives me a worn copy of On the Road and thinks he’s being original. “We should explore the road together. Would you like that, baby?” I take a sip of my water and look away. Yes, I’d like that, I think. But he’s drunk and imagining himself sixty years earlier, in the back of a bar, sweating to the sound of live bop. Still, I prefer him to the hungry boy that devoured my shirt and said, “You have a tattoo? What’s it say?” ‘mad to live?’ What, are you angry about living? Aw, I’m just kidding, come here, let me take off that bra.”

The next boy I kiss doesn’t read. I ask him to come to a bookstore with me and he stays outside, sighing. He has no interest in words. He has no interest in me. I am thankful for him. For a few weeks, I am able to shed my habit of thinking obsessively and become a duller, rougher version of myself. I dump him when my fingers start turning imaginary pages in my sleep.

I go on a date with a boy who knows I like to write. He calls himself a fan of mine and swears he’s read every word I’ve put down. “You’ve got this voice that’s very modern, but also so classic.” I choke on my water as he says, “I read you to fall asleep.” At night, I listen to him pant metaphors and compare my mouth to the sea. One day, he stumbles across my journal and finds nothing about himself in it. “You don’t really love me, do you?” I shake my head. There is no use pretending anymore. He has read my poems about the boys I want to drown in me. His goodbye leaves my hands covers in ink. He wanted me so badly to be the sea, when all I am is a girl who writes poetry.

I try my best to become poetry. I take a bath and stain the water with black ink. I cut my hair in a motel sink. I cry for people I have never met. I start smoking cigarettes. I use words like “presumptuously” and talk about “post-modernist new wave.” I walk the streets at 4 a.m. and smile at people coming home from a rave. I wear sunglasses indoors. I carry a 500 page volume of poems wherever I go. I drink coffee instead of water. I talk about the “advantages of using film and listening to records.” But no matter how hard I try, I am not the sea. I am a sunken ship that has drowned in everyone who touched me.

I Am Not The Sea | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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#writing  #art  #poetry  #love  

We’re in day 12/week 3 of our job preparation training and so far there are only 6 if 14 people left. Some are asked to leave cause they didn’t pass a test and some don’t want to continue in their own.
Regardless if why, it’s starting to freak me out.
Especially since in the past it always ended up being me who had to leave.

laina:

laina:

this guy was watching the vmas with me and now he’s educating himself how precious is that

he keeps asking me all these questions about aspects of feminism and he’s like “so basically it’s about letting women do what they want without being judged for it” and I was like yea and he was like “oh okay that’s so simple why isn’t everyone a feminist” it’s precious

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#feminism  
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saathi1013:

bellamyyoung:

I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING.

no but seriously this moment was everything.

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