My relationship with my followers
- Me: ask me anything guys, nothing is off the limits.
- Followers:
- Me:
- Followers:
- Me: okay, I'll just reblog some pictures.
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Every woman has mastered this. We are actually born with this skill.
You level up when you can do it with long sleeves
I was the only girl on an all-boys varsity soccer team. I had to change on the bus during away games because I didn’t have a locker room at other schools. I was not uncomfortable with that, actually. I did what I had to.
But one day I noticed that like three guys who were seniors were just staring at me as I did this and I must have shot them a dirty look because one of them (who is actually a family friend) was like “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare, but we’re still trying to figure out how the hell girls do that” and I just felt bad. They just want to get their girlfriend’s bra off without losing an eye and we can remove the whole thing like fucking wizards
I’m doin’ this like everyday after I come home from school hahaha
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Misogynist men....
- what you said was: "i don't respect women who don't respect themselves"
- what you meant was: "i and society as a whole hold women up to ridiculous respectability standards directly relating to the "purity" of said women while hypersexualizing them at the same time and if you are a woman and don't fit my awkward monolith of criteria then i refuse to acknowledge your humanity"
- what i heard was: "hi i'm a misogynist piece of shit, please punch me in my face"
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Mythology…typical
if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
that’s right
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
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wєℓcomє ℓoveℓy
If i do not get this on my birthday swear I will throw a temper tantrum ,on the floor, kicking and screaming. Do not test me.
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When someone says Shakespeare is written in Old English
Shakespeare was written in Early Modern English, not Old English. The Canterbury Tales was written in Old English at the end of the 14th century. Shakespeare wasn’t even born until 1564.
Actually, The Canterbury Tales was written in Middle English. Beowulf was written in Old English.
We heart you, nerdy Tumblr. So. Much.
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#tea
Tea is amazing. its soothing, its calming, its delicious, its everything you hope for in a cup of tea.
Read book while drinking tea.
Watch a movie while drinking tea.
Meditate and drink tea.
Listen to good music while drinking tea.
Watch the rain fall on your window pane while drinking tea.
Listen to the thunder while drinking tea.
Contemplate while drinking tea.
Allow your mind to wander while drinking tea.
Drink tea, all the time.
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“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” Get cash and have your own book! Click here! (via afilmandlitlover)
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South Africans Gather in Johannesburg for #WorldWidePhotoWalk
Want to host your own InstaMeet or photowalk? Be sure to check out our blog post with tips on how to organize and throw a great event.
South African Instagrammer and filmmaker @garethpon made a great video of the photo walk in Johannesburg this past weekend. See more of their photos via the hashtag #ig_braamies and enjoy the video!
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Because you don’t want to sound neolithic when you’re throwing a temper tantrum.
Because everyone should have this on their blog
useful for class
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The generation that couldn’t keep their food down
The generation that turned to self-harm
Living with death on our shoulders
and a grave between the shattered boulders
Hatred spread like wild fire
while the love we wish we had
died to a mere fizzle
How blind we were to not see
That the love we craved was infinitely present
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When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.
This should be required learning, internationally.
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