my fingers have nick 'o-teen stains. my stomach refuses to digest any exploitations. my mind is a broken metronome. my skin hates (ethnic) cleansing. my fists are always ready to (right) fight... but my heart constantly see(k)s connection with any/every other beating mechanism. my mouth will forever be screaming to dreaming ear drums, while my body awaits a-wake-ning... (but... if poetic introductions don't do it for you: female, 22, freegan, photographer, writer, activist, polyamorous, vagabond, pisces, contradictory, etc.) ask me anything...
.delusion.fabrication.
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Dec 29th at 3PM / tagged: photography. me. boots. fashion. / reblog / 4 notes
scar.let.

scar.let.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

but so true…

$4,000 Dresses Inspired By Violent Mexico Town →

“For fall, Rodarte presented a collection inspired by women factory workers in Ciudad Juárez. Juárez is the world’s most violent place, outside of active war zones. Hundreds — some say thousands — of women have been murdered in Juárez.

designers Kate and Laura Mulleavy got the idea for their collection during a long drive from El Paso, Texas — which is just across the border from Ciudad Juárez — to Marfa. The Mulleavy sisters “became interested in the troubled border town of Ciudad Juárez; the hazy, dreamlike quality of the landscape there; and the maquiladora workers going to the factory in the middle of the night.” Phelps notes they have “Mexican roots” and wanted to explore that heritage.”

I don’t have words right now to convey how much this exploitation fucking disgusts me.