le mot juste

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My mom had this on the back if her car when she used to race the boys…

I would too probably

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adelphe:

Home Fashions, June 1934

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aniseshaw:

‘The Great Gatsby’ Still Gets Flappers Wrong

Through their writings, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald—the young, glamorous literary couple du jour—defined the Jazz Age as we know it. Scott declared his Southern belle wife, whom he married in 1920, “the first American flapper.” The inspiration for Daisy Buchanan in “The Great Gatsby,” Zelda was known for her wild antics, like drunkenly jumping, fully clothed, into the fountain at New York’s Plaza Hotel. Even as a kid, she was always creating a scene: She stole a car when she was 8; she went swimming in a flesh-colored bathing suit in her teens…. 

But Zelda, as fearless and trail-blazing as she was, can’t even embody the flapper movement fully. For one, it was not all white women, as NYU’s Modern America reports: “For the time being, the bob and the entire Flapper wardrobe, united blacks and whites under a common hip-culture.” Secondly, the flapper’s rebellion against Victorian sexual mores didn’t start among the high-society debutantes, but in “working-class neighborhoods and radical circles in the early 1900s before it spread to middle-class youth and college campuses.”

Pictured: African American Flappers at a football game in Washington D.C. from the Smithsonian Institute.

Oh OF COURSE WOC would have been the ones running the flapper game from the getgo.

Of

Fucking

Course

And we would never have known this either thanks to bullshit fucked up history/english classes excluding them

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I finished finals, i’m signing the lease to my new house and i’m hopefully hanging with a cute boy today, so I guesss I can have it all 

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Unpredictable and often mysterious, James Blake’s songs are intense and riveting, hopeful and thoughtful. Watch the singer perform 90 minutes of breathtakingly emotional music, recorded live at the 9:30 Club in Washington, D.C.

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Midnight in Paris, 2011 (dir. Woody Allen)

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