julia philadelphia kinky feminist

puppy enthusiast/art student

this-is-so-xv-century:

"I’m trying to find a way to have some control over my actions, my behavior, my ideas, my thoughts, my path in life. But it’s very new for me. There hasn’t been much off time. And when your emotional state is based on whatever you’ve committed to for the next six, seven months of your life, you have to be careful about what you say yes to. There’s a fucking price to some movies. Some movies you don’t get back what you give. I’m an insecure person to begin with, but the only thing I’ve ever been good at is harnessing the negative in my life."

tie me up and call me your baby girl.


Lauren Bacall & Humphrey Bogart

thecreepylittlegirl:

You can’t pick and choose what parts of feminism you want. You can’t support your queer sisters but not your trans sisters. You can’t support your fat sisters but not your sisters of colour. Being a feminist means creating a positive and equal space for women. The second you start excluding women based on which characteristics you do or do not find appealing you have defeated the whole point of being a feminist.

I Just Want to Look Cute and Make Good Art
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
by Homer, The Iliad (via ancient-serpent)

a-dirty-minded-girl:

I want him to flip the switch, pin me down and ravage me. Just lunge at, grab me by the throat and choke the dirty words right out of my filthy, perverted, cock sucking mouth. I want him to bring me to tears and mess up my pretty painted face that I put on just for him. Force himself inside of me so I feel every inch of his neediness. Manhandle me. Pull and twist my body. Slap me when I whimper or fight him. Rub my aching clit so hard that I lose all control and allow him to fully take over. Grab a handful of my long locks and push me down to his cock; shove it in my mouth before I can gather my wits. Face fuck me. Take what he wants. Have no regard for my pleasure. Use me. Cum in my throat but pull out so that its dripping down my chin onto my tits. Use his cock to smear it around while he tells me I’m a good little cock slut. Then spin me around, get behind me, demand me to spread my ass cheeks apart so he can spit and tease my hole until he’s ready to unleash his final act of defiling me. Squeezing hands on my hips, balls deep in my ass, rough thrusts in between slaps and scratches and hair pulling. Loud grunts and filthy words. My face against the bed. Powerless. Pleasure. Pain. Lust. Hate. Love. Hunger. Ecstasy and finally release.

The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.
by The stories fairytales don’t tell (via shy-fawn)
the ICA was incredible
parisianistshoes:


Giambattista Valli SS 2015

I’m going to see two really successful UArts alums at the International Center of Contemporary Art today, I saw Janine Antoni wednesday and i’m going to the Whitney in New York this Sunday and I made a piece I loved earlier this week and started working on another today and i’m really into it. I feel so inspired and lucky to be surrounded by such amazing artists and in a city that is filled with creative people. My friends have been so wonderful and amazing and kind to me this week (I adore all 4 of you). MY ART FUNK IS GONE.

stillhouse:

Alex Da Corte, tonight at 247365.

infinite-intimate:

oh holy hell i need to be spanked.