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Fabrique de corsets Feder Rosa Fuchs,  1899


Fabrique de corsets Feder 
Rosa Fuchs,  1899

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The music I drown in

Sommes nous les jouets du destin
Souviens toi des moments divins

It’s the unease of the moment

The spreading epidemic

The party is over, we’re going down

Thoughts freezing Reason

Eyelids down, grey faces

Arising phantoms of our life

We open the lock of gates

of the slum that we call “home”

Protect me from what I want. Protège-moi.

Are we the toys of fate ? 

Remember the divine moments. 

High, wasted, in the morning

And now, we are all alone

Lost dreams of love

Time when we did not act

We have a all life left to cry

And now we are all alone

Protect me from what I want. Protège-moi.


"You thought that I would not wish to marry him? Or perhaps you hoped? What do I care how he looks?"

-Fleur Delacour 

I loved a woman once. She loved me. 

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Birdsong (2012)

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if you’re a s t r o n g f e m a l e you don’t need permission

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