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Hello I'm Pixie! Chef/Baking and pastry chef in training from Fresno, CA. Soon relocating to the San Francisco/Alameda, CA area. Happily engaged to Reuben, my love and coast guard (future) hubbs of almost 5 years now <3 I love all things circus and mermaidy....because I like to think of myself as a mermaid stuck on land. Native American and Mexican. I'm a mixture of sweetness, the 50's, punk and psychobilly. Roller derby is my heart and soul and Im going to do everything I can to get on a team! Happy chubby riot grrrl forever<3 ~Photos of Me
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Sparkly Mermaid[s]
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wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow:
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it. - Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf
Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.--Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West
This really reminds me of you and I.
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