Fuck Yeah Caitlin Moran
girl-discovers-reading:

Perfect.
I think it’s really important to not to go on the red carpet and try and look pretty like all the other pretty ladies: wearing the dress and the high heeled shoes, getting your hair done and getting the diamonds you have to borrow for that day. That’s a competition I don’t want to take part in because other prettier girls with better hair and better shoes will win that competition. I don’t want to be in that competition. I want to walk very comfortably in a pair of boots and a Ghostbusters jumpsuit and be able to enjoy the afterparty: whenever you go to these afterparties you see these very beautiful women standing around holding their shoes in their hands, with a tension headache from their hairdo, scared that they’ve lost an earring that they’ve borrowed from Chopard, unable to breath or drink, scared of spillage and can’t go outside to have a fag because they are too chilly. I like to dress for fun. And I like to dress to bust ghosts. And that’s the only outfit that allows me to do both.
Caitlin Moran on the Ghostbuster jumpsuit [x]
Because what you are, as a teenager, is a small, silver, empty rocket. And you use loud music as fuel, and then the information in books as maps and co-ordinates, to tell you where you’re going.
Caitlin Moran, How To Build A Girl (via soaronwingslikeaneagle)
If you are not a confident person, pretend to be one
Caitlin Moran (via beaquallure)
emily-in-her-mindpalace:

Better photo of the amazing Tea towel from last night’s Caitlin Moran show.

emily-in-her-mindpalace:

Better photo of the amazing Tea towel from last night’s Caitlin Moran show.

fiction-mist:

OK so i know she doesn’t act, but just imagine Caitlin Moran as the Master

I know.

The world will come at you with knives anyway. You do not need to beat them to it.
Caitlin Moran on self harm in How to Build a Girl. (via the-dream-is-over-this-is-mornin)
Whilst male fantasies are short, powerful and to the point – a bit like ‘My Sharona’ by The Knack, say – female fantasies are some symphonic, shape-shifting thing by Alice Coltrane. In their fantasies, the women grow and shrink, shape-shift, change age, colour and location. They manifest as vapour, light and sound, they strobe through conflicting personas (nurse, robot, mother, virgin, boy, wolf) and a zodiac of positions whilst, you suspect, also imagining consistently great-looking hair.
Caitlin Moran, How to be a woman. (via love—literature)
I will do all my changing in private. In public, I am, always, the finished thing. The right thing, for the right place. A chrysalis is hung in the dark.
Caitlin Moran, How To Build A Girl (via kanyewestfeaturing)
That’s what I’d like to do, I think. Have a long, cool, clean nail, right in the middle of my head. That would calm me. And no one would blame me - a girl with a nail in the centre of her skull. They would put me in a hospital - and, because I would be broken, and ill, I would be safe. If I broke all my bones, no one would hate me. If I was in trouble. If I was at the bottom of the stairs. If I was smashed up. If I died.
If you can’t save yourself from attack by being powerful - and I, palpably, have no power. My hands are empty - then perhaps you can save yourself from attack by being ruined, instead. Blow yourself up before the enemy gets to you.
Caitlin Moran, How to Build a Girl (via hjwhutnow)