Alexis Persani puts clothes on the sculptures of the museum   

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She wears short skirts

I wear nothing because I am the disembodied incorporeal form

She’s a flapper

I am the eyes of T. J. Eckelburg

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He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Brontë (via sunflower-mama)
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Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

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It seems like cats never forgot the fact that they were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago 

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