the timid european ground squirrel, stopping to smell the daisies, photographed in vienna by julian rad, who explains, “you have to be at eye level with the squirrels. that means you have to lay on your stomach for quite a few hours in order to get them in front of your lens. you have to make yourself invisible. it is important that they have no indication you are there.” (see also: more precious lil woodland buddies)
I’m not “selling my body” any more than a masseuse, or a construction worker, or a physical trainer, or a circus performer. On stage, I perform dance and pole tricks in exchange for tips. In lapdances, I provide people with a fantasy of intimacy. I use my body for work, just like any other physical laborer. Just because my form of labor involves nudity and sexuality doesn’t mean I’m selling any part of myself. My body never exchanges owners at work. It is always mine.
Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
Idalia - L’Agent by Agent Provocateur (32-36/A-E)
Rene Magritte, L’Etat de Vielle
look at this fucked up bird
what the fuck
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently