Johanna, 21, from Sweden

Introvert, reader, Ravenclaw & feminist.
Loves books and watches TV: Parks & Recreation, Fringe, Broad City, Brooklyn Nine-Nine,Veep, etc. Really anything with wonderful women.


Adores: The Avett Brothers, Jack's Mannequin, Noah and the Whale, Håkan Hellström, First Aid Kit, Kent, Of Monsters and Men, The Tallest Man on Earth, Regina Spektor, etc.

where I am // where I want to be



We bring you tidings of great joy—
not only peace but poetry on earth.

- Julia Alvarez

plantvibes:

cute date idea: let me sleep in your bed for hours on end because I’m tired of being a person

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Sylvia Plath  (via psych-facts)

Loneliness smells like cinnamon and cherries cooking in a pot, I fancy a gentleman tipped his hat to me and offered me tea and his arm. I think I want a life in woolly sweaters, to cut birds out of apples and play chess on stormy nights, with the stars painted on the ceiling above us. I’d like to be taught to play the accordion, think how nice it would be in a house on rails, a train compartment in beige and red. Oh, I got lost inside my head again, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t.


I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.


aseaofquotes:

Frank O’Hara, “Nocturne”

Don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin; hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless.

In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.

― Lundy Bancroft

(via proletarianprincess)

read this carve it into your brains permanently etch it into your skulls r e a d  t h i s

(via miss-mizi)

NEVER.
FORGET.

(via feministbatwoman)


Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.

Sylvia Plath,Fever 103°.” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)