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Reblogged from spookyneptunes

coyotewolves:

Laura Hale rises from the grave on a foggy night and says: if I hear one more asshole pitying my uncle I will take you down with me

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medievalwitch:

10bullets:
Black Eyed One by SaphoPhotographics

medievalwitch:

10bullets:

Black Eyed One by SaphoPhotographics

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shakespeareishq:

genitally:

if you watch Les Mis backwards, it’s a movie about revolutionary zombies putting away some furniture and a man who flies out of a river to fight crime

#javert blasting off again

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Reblogged from roboboners
  • teacher: you can't bullshit this essay
  • me (under my breath): if you're an ameteur
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silentcartoon:

swampgallows:

wooliest:

?????

this is the most Acme image i’ve seen in my life

[Looney Tunes theme plays in the distance]

silentcartoon:

swampgallows:

wooliest:

?????

this is the most Acme image i’ve seen in my life

[Looney Tunes theme plays in the distance]

(via in-dee-vidual)

Reblogged from caesarzeppeliofficial

paradoxes-for-breakfast:

reasons why halloween is the best holiday:

  1. you are not obliged to visit your relatives
  2. you are not obliged to get gifts for anyone
  3. people will give you candy for absolutely no reason other than halloween
  4. its the only day when its socially acceptable to go out in public dressed like a penguin

(Source: caesarzeppeliofficial, via howtogetspookywithmurder)

Reblogged from wooliest
silentcartoon:

swampgallows:

wooliest:

?????

this is the most Acme image i’ve seen in my life

[Looney Tunes theme plays in the distance]

silentcartoon:

swampgallows:

wooliest:

?????

this is the most Acme image i’ve seen in my life

[Looney Tunes theme plays in the distance]

(via in-dee-vidual)

Reblogged from pbnpineapples

As women, when we’re children we’re taught to enter the world with big hearts. Blooming hearts. Hearts bigger than our damn fists. We are taught to forgive - constantly - as opposed to what young boys are taught: Revenge, to get ‘even.’ Our empathy is constantly made appeals to, often demanded for. If we refuse to show kindness, we are reprimanded. We are not good women if we do not crush our bones to make more space for the world, if we do not spread our entire skin over rocks for others to tread on, if we do not kill ourselves in every meaning of the word in the process of making it cozy for everyone else. It is the heat generated by the burning of our bodies with which the world keeps warm. We are taught to sacrifice so much for so little. This is the general principle all over the world.

By the time we are young women, we are tired. Most of us are drained. Some of us enter a lock of silence because of that lethargy. Some of us lash out. When I think of that big, blooming heart we once had, it looks shriveled and worn out now. When I was teaching, I had a young student named Mariam. She was only 11 years old. Some boy pushed her around in class, called her names, broke her spirit for the day. We were sitting under a chestnut tree on a field trip and she asked me if a boy ever hurt me. I told her many did and I destroyed them one by one. I think that’s the first time she ever heard the word ‘destroyed.’ We rarely teach our girls to fight back for the right reasons.

Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. You are taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Forget that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine – you are learning to unlearn. Do not see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You are flesh. You are not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love only when needed; preserve otherwise.

Do not be a moth near the light; be the light itself. Do not let a man’s ocean-big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you are being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you are being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you are being selfish, say yes I am. Why shouldn’t I be? How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles.

There are multiple lessons we must teach our young girls so that they render themselves their own pillars instead of keeping male approval as the focal point of their lives. It is so important to state your feelings of inconvenience as a woman. We are instructed to tailor ourselves and our discomfort - constantly told that we are ‘whining’ and ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining too much.’ That kind of silence is horribly violent, that kind of insistence upon uniformly nodding in agreement to your own despair, and smiling emptily so no man is ever uncomfortable around us. Male-entitlement dictates a woman’s silence. If we could see the mimetic model of the erasure of a woman’s voice, it would be an incredibly bloody sight.

On a breezy July night, my mother and I were sleeping under the open sky. Before dozing off, I told her that I think there is a special place in heaven where all wounded women bury their broken hearts and their hearts grow into trees that only give fruit to the good and poison to the bad. She smiled and said Ameen. Then she closed her eyes.

A Woman of War by Mehreen Kasana (via pbnpineapples)

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Reblogged from fc-d
fc-d:

bleh

fc-d:

bleh

(via justaddfiction)

Job interview!

Here goes….

Reblogged from thewaywardqueen

Your Body Is Beautiful And You Are A G o d d e s s 

(Source: thewaywardqueen, via sinfully-imperfect)

Reblogged from egberts

egberts:

*goes to a party and awkwardly follows freind around the entire time*

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Reblogged from theracismrepellent
White people are not afraid of “white genocide” they are afraid of whiteness being de-centered from the very fabric of our society and no longer being held as the standard for humanity.

Trixstra (via theracismrepellent)

"no longer being held as the standard for humanity."

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Reblogged from awwww-cute
lezbhonest:

awwww-cute:

Today I caught the rainbow in my cat’s ear

all my years of blogging have led me to this moment i can officially close now

lezbhonest:

awwww-cute:

Today I caught the rainbow in my cat’s ear

all my years of blogging have led me to this moment i can officially close now

(via nonbinaryanders)