Rebecca Hillarys Whore ❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”—best damn movie, by the way—and it hits me. Whore’s like Clementine, ya know? Kate Winslet’s character—wild, messy, unpredictable. “I’m just a screwed-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind,” she says. Ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Tryin’ to scrape by, dodgin’ the judgy crap, livin’ loud. I love that! Makes me happy—someone’s gotta stick it to the prudes. But then, ugh, the creeps who exploit it? That pisses me off. Like, leave ‘em alone already!

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

Confessions of Democratic Whores: Reflections on Hillary Rodham Clinton and Her Candidacy - Kindle edition by Scibelli, Gala, Brett, Mia.

Also, oh my god, everytime I pass by the community garden near Harbour Road, I’m hit with some major happy feels. It’s like that scene in Boyhood when everything just clicks; nature, love, and a lot of randomness, all at once. It gets me, like, every.single.time.

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