a love for old depictions of the roots of Western medicine - back when it was really quite dangerously strange.


Seriously now. Oxford DEFINITELY brings this 'ol baby back out, loud and angry. hear me ROAR! - - - - Placed next to:
"and people talk about my image like i come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind" [ani d.]
(there is certainly the other element of wanting to be uber-feminine with substantial red-lipstick flare, but i more blame the recession)
"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts." - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
"Thus, the thing began. Had she perceived this meeting's import she might have asked why she was doomed to be seen and coveted that day by the wrong man, and not by some other man, the right and desired one in all respects..." -thomas hardy, tess of the d'urbervilles
just kidding on that last one. oxford really doesn't bring out my third wave rocker chick fishnet-feminist edge. but i sort of wish it did...




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