almíbar peaches
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2012-04-27
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2012-04-23
“The world worries for teenage girls today. All the porny influences, the sexting, the surgery – all the saturated pink. But counteracting these pressures to conform are the voices like those on Rookie, ones that are non-prescriptive, enthusiastic, embarrassing, funny. Ones that, by unpicking the awkwardness of female adolescence and providing a place to talk about it, have helped feminism become almost fashionable. Today you don’t have to go searching for “your people” at libraries and record shops. They’re all there in your Wi-Fi, screaming about hair dye. The internet is the indie-club toilet of the universe. This is where young women can talk really noisily about who they fancy, compare tights’ deniers and learn that they don’t have to dress like strippers unless they really, really want to. That there are other people just like them who are also feeling angry and weird and like everything’s awful, and that, even alone in front of a computer, they can feel part of something. This is the other side of the internet’s menace, that bit that parents and the papers see. These are the ribbony networks of girldom that tie the web together – they are well-lit roads through the intimidating, dark bits.”
-Eva Wiseman: Girlhood Explained Online
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2012-04-21
“Ann’s legs, as unpleasing and solid as reinforced concrete, were planted close beside Teresa. Sitting very still and quiet, Teresa watched these legs and, watching them, missed the rather humiliating sight of Ann’s eyes filling with water behind her spectacles while the rest of her face became an extraordinary crimson. Mr Digby saw, and found her in every way disgusting. Many people were destined to be rude to Ann in the years approaching, but she never grew accustomed to the dreadful surprise of it, nor ceased, from time to time, to weep in consequence. Thick-skinned as she was physically, and fairly thick-skinned mentally, the small amount of sensibility she had been granted was just enough and no more to ensure her being a most unhappy person. Teresa saw her legs withdraw themselves. There was silence.”
-Emma Smith: The Far Cry.
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2012-04-13
It was the weird area where you’re definitely not cool but you’re in this other category — you go to punk shows but you study and do your homework; you don’t go all the way, you don’t smash your mom’s favorite things. It’s the weird dichotomy of wearing khakis at a punk show and drawing anarchy symbols on your desk.
— Kip Berman on being seventeen. (via fyeahthepainsofbeing)
(via fyeahthepainsofbeing)
Source: thefader.com
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2012-03-22
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2012-03-13
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2012-02-19
via: http://www.postsecret.com/
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2012-02-12
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2012-01-23
My determination for as long as I could remember had been to write, and I therefore contrived to get accepted on to the Greenpark staff as a trainee scriptwriter. My other equally devouring ambition was to travel abroad. The war was nearly over at last. I was twenty-one, had never been in a foreign country and, as the product of minimal schooling, knew practically nothing about anything. This ignorance of mine appalled me. I wanted to learn everything about everything; or as much of it at least as was possible, and the quicker the better.
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Looking back from the vantage-point of old age at the young person I was in 1946 I realise now that the ignorance I so deplored was really a blessing in disguise. (…) India burst upon me with the force of an explosion. I was totally unprepared for it. Engulfed by a teeming multitude of exotic strangers -foreigners- by raucous noises, brilliant colours, pungent smells, the huge surprise of it almost overwhelmed me.
(…) each moment was vibrant with the thrill of a discovery that had to be recorded, and because such youthful impressions have no store of similar memories to refer or to compare them with, they can be as vivid as the rising of the sun at the dawn of a cloudless newly-created summer’s day.
Emma Smith: Preface to The Far Cry. Putney, 2001
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2012-01-13
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2012-01-05
via The Teenagers on FB
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2012-01-03
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2011-12-05
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]A mi me pasa mucho que no sé diferenciar muy bien si te echo de menos a ti o a una etapa que se fue. No te vinieron nada bien esas novelas en francés; creíste ver algo de luz y echaste todo a perder. Ahora te ha dado por creer que tú eres como un iceberg y que yo me quiero inventar la parte que no puedo ver. Me hablas de cierta inmadurez que debería superar. No sé cómo hacerte entender que eso tampoco es novedad. Lo ha dicho gente muy cabal, lo ha dicho Radio Nacional y esas amigas tuyas que nunca he podido soportar. Lo ha dicho Ignacio Escolar, lo ha dicho el correo del Zar y solo me falta que tú lo digas solo por hablar…
pa-pa-pa-ah, lalaralara…
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2011-11-15
Just when I was finishing a vegan carrot cupcake…
