little-piggy
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

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via sadjailbait)

neeble

pavender:

knitmeapony:

suzie-guru:

familiaralien:

xtattooedheart:

birdologist:

I can’t even hear what this dude’s saying but look at how ineffectually angry this bird is.

I’ve had days where I’ve wanted ti shriek like this at people too.
As a side note, I love that barn owls are used to often in art, and considered the most beautiful species, yet they make a noise like Satan’s chalkboard.
Majestic.

So much for owls saying hoot :U

"Are we ready, little one?"

*SCREECH OF MURDEROUS RAGE*

I’ve got nothing but love for folks who call angry, screeching predators ‘little one’.

"And he says, ‘Let me go or I’ll eat your face!’" Accurate.