July 2009
113 posts
Because he was a drunk, you’re a drunk. Because he loved women,...
– The Bad and the Beautiful, 1952
There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousand truths, which come...
– Henry Ward Beecher (via nightmarebrunette)
She lay with her legs akimbo. There was such femininity in the way that she was splayed.. at the same time nurturingly maternal and wantonly vulnerable. It asked for trust, it was an invitation to be depraved. (via discourse)
I want to be remembered as a woman who changed people’s perspectives...
– Bettie Page, The Los Angeles Times 2006
Boys. Yes, boys come next. After the blood the boys come. Like sniffing dogs,...
– Carrie, 1976
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened...
– Oscar Wilde, The Selfish Giant
If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people...
– Miranda July (via gnarwal)
I hate it when things don’t go my way. It makes me so horny.
– Cruel Intentions, 1999
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means, ‘Don’t leave me...
– Neil Gaiman (via megwhite)
Filthy Gorgeous Things
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want...
It is impossible to obtain a conviction for sodomy from an English jury. Half of...
– Winston Churchill
Earthquakes bring out the worst in some people.
– Earthquake, 1974
MUSE excerpt (Betcee May), by James Rhodimer
Whether spanking another women or bending for a femme-administered spanking,...
– Bettie Page: Iconic Beauty Dies but Erotic Heritage Lives On
They get ready to kiss, begin to kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss in a way that...
– The Kiss, 1896
Sorry, I never forget a face, especially when I’ve sat on it.
– Crimes of Passion, 1984
I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was, ‘the man goes...
– Joan Rivers