The Fist of Artemis

ppatroklos:

magic girls fallen stars

they are the cosmos come to rest in bodies of flesh and bone, with supernova eyes and black hole hearts, entire universes trapped inside. sometimes the stars leak through and worlds drip from their fingers like blood. they are careless destruction incarnate, all the secrets of space bound to earth in a form that can barely contain them, and even then not for long.

glitterlion:

mxtori:

You don’t have to be arrested to be a considered a real activist.

cosign. And fuck anyone who tries to diminish your activism because you haven’t been arrested and/or refuse to put yourself at risk of being arrested. Which, let’s be honest, Black folks are always at…

FUCK YOUR PERPETUATION OF THE "BRONIES AREN'T REALLY OPPRESSED MYTH" YOU PRIVILEGED FUCKS. I COULDN'T GET A JOB BECAUSE OF MY BRONY ARMBAND.
Anonymous

im ok w spending $40 on food but wont buy a $40 shirt

omgthatdress:

theuppitynegras:

girls who wear a little makeup

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girls who wear too much makeup

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girls who wear no makeup

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girls who let other girls live

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girls who gotta hate on other girls that’s tryna mind their business

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I just love this post okay.

sirensongfashion:

Thierry Mugler Haute Couture Fall/Winter 1997-98 [video]

Emma Stone, photographed by Craig McDean for Vogue, May 2014.

There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, from Slowness (HarperCollins, 1996)

indevan:

cute-bird-dad:

*pushes every gross MRA anime fanboy into the ocean* you live here now

hey whoa whoa whoa.

why are we punishing the ocean like this??  just throw them into the sun.

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