Oh, Child.

ivoryathena:

Badass women from history
Leather clad English rocker girl
Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle
ivoryathena:

Badass women from history
Leather clad English rocker girl
Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle
ivoryathena:

Badass women from history
Leather clad English rocker girl
Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle
ivoryathena:

Badass women from history
Leather clad English rocker girl
Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle

ivoryathena:

Badass women from history

  1. Leather clad English rocker girl
  2. Women boxing on a roof in LA (1933)
  3. Ellen O’Neal, the greatest woman freestyle skateboarder in the 1970s
  4. Elspeth Beard, first Englishwoman to circumnavigate the world by motorcycle

heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.heylauren:


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.

heylauren:

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Same.

(Source: jamesbarne)