I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels.
Alicia Hart (via thenisaidihateyou)

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Occasionally I come across a book which I feel has been written especially for me and for me only. Like a jealous lover, I don’t want anybody else to hear of it.
W. H. Auden (via literatureismyutopia)

Elizabeth Olsen photographed by Fred Conrad for The New York Times.

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Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina, 1954

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To My Future Husband:


I don’t need you to save me. I’ve gotten pretty good at saving myself. But some days I am tired and weary and just plain empty, and if you could hold me close on those days and tell me you love me, and you wish you could fight my battles for me, that will be enough. Just knowing you’re there beside me will always be enough.