rgr-pop:

Would go there tho, not above it

a boyfriend once bought me shalimar as a christmas gift. “my mom wears it,” he told me. and that was absolutely the end of that. (i still have it. i kind of love it. i never wear it. omg, lying, now wearing it, it’s amazing, maybe i should start wearing it again, or at least i will spritz it on rgr when she comes to new york.) 

#teenfeelings #earnest! #introWS #ouch

“i don’t remember the first time i called myself a feminist, but my motivations for taking this course have existed ever since i was a little girl pouring over teen magazines. my father always told me i had the ability to do anything i wanted with my life, but sometimes it was hard to believe that my girlfriends and i could overcome all of the obstacles. i watched as the boys i was friends with got older and decided that they could touch us wherever they wanted if we sat with them on the bus, that they could discuss and mock our weight, looks, and degree of sexual promiscuity, that they could go through our purses, find our tampons, and humiliate us. the problem was, i didn’t hate the boys; i hated myself.“ 

i don’t remember exactly what year we had to go on that all-day retreat (catholic school), only that we were in a cabin that was practically bare, and it was very cold and snowy, and there were only girls. our parents had to write us letters that remained sealed until the designated time when we could open them and “reflect.” my father sent me this poem, which i still have, and which is still one of the only poems i know by heart. 

did you know that in virginia, any house with 5 or more women living in it is technically a brothel?

“we are staying in a brothel!!! i really love you, so it doesn’t matter much that i’m in a brothel.” 

all that matters to me is that you’re my dear friend

“if you stopped talking to me, then i’d be upset. however, considering your proficiency in the talking department, i don’t think that will ever be a problem.” 

so bossy. (tumblr redux.) 

is this what the entire 416 pages of “the marriage plot” is like?

“i am enclosing your women’s studies paper so that you can discuss it with mrs. j. but please let me read it again next semester so that we can discuss it? i have also enclosed your very own copy of letters to a young poet—i find mitchell’s translation somewhat lacking as compared to norton’s, and the cover is a bit gaudy, but the text is double-spaced and rilke’s words are timeless…

…i do have a peculiar taste for women ‘friends’ who are fundamentally incapable of giving me what i, deep down and in first matters, need. (this excludes you.)”

ps. mr. jesella

“don’t worry, kara works hard at her studies…we distract her only when it’s in her best interest. rather, we try not to distract her.” 

surely the most passive-aggressive post-love letter anyone has ever received. it is signed “sincerely,” though it also tells me where he will be over the summer and the phone number to reach him.

“i haven’t seen much of you this semester, but i think the world of you and i hope everything has been tying up neatly. [redacted class] turned out to be a real good time, i’m glad we shared that.” 

(fyeahwomenartists:via tammy rae carland)

tammy rae carland, imperfect lovers from archive of feelings, 2008

there are also old love letters here that i didn’t remember existed.