Moment of silence for straight girls whose boyfriends don’t go down on them
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Everything except you, Anakin.
no way in hell that would have worked on her/anyone
This tastes like reading an old leather-bound book by firelight on the Scottish seashore. If that doesn’t speak to you on some deep level, I have nothing more to say to you.
i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit
"thats not very lady-like of you"
As a young writer, Alcott concentrated on lurid pulp stories of revenge, murder, and adultery–“blood and thunder” literature, as she called i–and enjoyed writing very much. She was in her mid 30s when an editor suggested she try writing a book for girls. Alcott wasn’t very interested, but her father was a complete moron with money and had left the family in terrible financial trouble. Alcott wrote Little Women in hopes of some decent sales and a little breathing room and got way more than she asked for. The money in sequels was too good to turn down (and her father didn’t get any smarter with a dime), but Alcott hated writing what she called “moral pap for the young” and longed to return to the smut and violence of her early endeavors."
— Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Books and Authors You Had to Read in High School (via ablogwithaview)