1930’s Teen Delinquents
i.e. life role models
I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.
I want to write about these girls.
When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.
I always have to reblog this.
Here’s how the front garden greeted me when I got back from some days away.
We drag these bodies around with us. These bodies that have nothing to do with you, with me, with who we really are, these bodies that give us pleasure and pain.Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)