April 2014 Film: Sexplotation films of North America

Faster Pussycat Kill! Kill!
Super Vixen 1975
Up! 1976
The Big Doll House 1971

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luckydevil7:

In the studio. on Flickr.Richard Russell/Lucky Devil 7
The Guiding Hand of the Universe.

luckydevil7:

In the studio. on Flickr.

Richard Russell/Lucky Devil 7

The Guiding Hand of the Universe.

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fangpants:

Why do dudes always wanna know your bra size tho, what are they gonna do, buy you bras?? Cause that would be very helpful bras cost a lot of money i would save a fortune

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thegoddess-afrodite:

reblogalert:

Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.

This can save lives

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It’s because the wind looks purple outside,
and your hands are shaking,
and you’re feeling like you stole 23 tablets of ecstasy from your best friend,
you’re feeling like you tried to digest them all at once

But your best friend has never known an intoxicated day,
has never possessed anything worse than a cold lime and warm sprite

There is no reasoning for this,

for your shaking hands

But your swear his eyes are lilac,
just a shade lighter than the weather

You should run, little girl,
has no one ever told you?
You’ll need to grab onto what it is that made you fall
to get up from that crash

Alessia Di Cesare, Lilac
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2 weeks ago
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It’s horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not.

The beauty of image does not serve me well anymore.
Beauty is a false weapon, made to make us feel special and different and  precious but I am not those things, I am broken like my family of 5, two half siblings on my father, twice divorced, one sister from my mother and one sister and me from both. Parents divorced. domestic violence, drug abuse, high school drop out, teen suicide (attempts), abortions, STIs, jobless, houseless, moneyless but I am not less.
I used the work broken, not negatively, but as a fact. Neither good or bad, fact.
Fact. We were given beauty as if we were not already.
Foundation because we dont want people to see that red dot on our face because it is so detrimental to our health and well being and humans. Fiction. Sarcasm.

Also what do humans do to beautiful things? Flowers, grow them to cut them and display them in thier houses void of any life becuase they dont see it in themselves. Then they die and human buy new cut flowers. And they cycle continues.
And our water, pollute it with our junk because we can, because no one cares anymore. Not even me sometimes. Because nobody knows or gives a shit because they are so concern about how trendy they are and if they look the best they are or if i am walking straight or where should i look when walking past someone on the street and its just the two of us and i see you and you see me, dont pretend i dont exist, and i wont pretend that i dont know you are pretending and really we are both fucking idiots who dont know how to communicate because we are scared

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