lolsofunny:

niknak79:

The Power of Books

(lol here!)

lolsofunny:

niknak79:

The Power of Books

(lol here!)

niknak79

mylighttwistedreality:

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

aidsdealer

theferocity:

You never forget your first “faggot.” Where you were when the word first came hurtling at you, who sent it flying in your direction, and what happened when it finally hit you. You never forget if a fist or baseball bat came swinging right behind it, or if the word was whispered, or spray-painted, if it came costumed in another word’s clothes: sissy, punk, different, queer, pansy. You never forget your first “faggot” because the memory makes you.

from “Coming Out to Myself” 

icanread
zjoot:

(hey look how cool this is! go check out caesura-poetry)

zjoot:

(hey look how cool this is! go check out caesura-poetry)

caesura-poetry
sandandglass

yeahwriters:

andworldbuildingtoo:

In case if somebody needs a .PDF file of this.

This is amazing for those of us who love to color for symmmbolism!

jvnk
anukkinearthwalker

Disney Princesses In Accurate Period Costume.

speakingmyownlanguage:

butts-with-bro-shades:

mitunas-wife:

hellfirehotchkiss:

sheltymops:

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SLEEPING BEAUTY (1485).

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POCAHONTAS (17TH CENTURY POWAHTAN). 

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CINDERELLA (MID 1860’S)

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JASMINE (PRE-ISLAMIC MIDDLE EAST)

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SNOW WHITE (16TH CENTURY GERMANY).
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ARIEL (1890’S)

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BELLE (1770’S FRENCH COURT FASHION).

CLARIE HUMMEL

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Megara (Ancient Greece)

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Mulan (Ancient China)

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Tiana (1920’s)

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Rapunzel (18th Century)

I’ve reblogged this 6 times probably

Disney did a pretty swell job with their accuracy

shoomlah.deviantart.com

artreture:

Twenty four hours ago
I fell in love four times;
Once with a memory,
A book long forgotten,
A group of people I kissed
Lastly, towards a mirror

Tomorrow I will be wed
A thousand times over,
To a memory erased of hurt,
A book that will wear me,
Embraced by warm people
As I kiss my scars farewell
I am unencumbered, finally

lifegoeson8

Past, Come To Pass

artreture:

I will not write about you anymore
Or about how you don’t want me to anymore

The people I met should be left as is
But I wore my heart on their sleeves

I thought of the house
And the kids we were supposed to have

The sound of rain
Scraped off the lullabies I sung to them

The walls had me in conversation
They remember who I was

How you left
And how I behaved like you did

How you left your medication
How sleep never found me again

spiritualinspiration

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