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send this to your crush with no context

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I FINALLY GET THE JOKE

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An Infinite List of Favorite Collections - Stephane Rolland F/W 2014-15 Haute Couture

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Literary Consolation Prizes (for the NY Times Book Review)

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Based on the Swedish fairytale “The Lindworm’s Bride” or “Prince Lindworm”

Ink and Watercolor!

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1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

Five things I am trying very hard to accept.  (via adrians)

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limn-the-night:

While the topic of boundaries and consent has been discussed before, it wasn’t until I re-watched Disney’s Sleeping Beauty that I realized just how much of skeezeball Prince Phillip was in the 1950s version of the story. He grabs Aurora no fewer than three times, ignoring her obvious discomfort, and sneaks up on her as she tries to escape.

I wonder now if the newer scene from Maleficent on the right was deliberately set up to parallel the old one: both take place in the woods on Aurora’s sixteenth birthday. But unlike Phillip, Maleficent respects Aurora’s wish to be left alone and doesn’t chase after her when she runs away.

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folklaureate:


by Joshua Middleton


The hairdresser sighed, slamming down the shears.
“You didn’t tell me you had Hydras.”
“I don’t!” the Medusa promised..
“You have Hydras, Deliah, not snakes.”
The woman moaned and put her head in her hands, the stumpy, decapitated “snakes” growing back, now with two heads where there were one.
“You’ve got to go to a special hairdresser.”
“I just want a few less snakes!”
“You don’t have snakes, you’ve got Hydras. Is your Mother a Hydra?”
“My mother is a Naga, thanks.”
“I’m not saying it to be racist, I don’t have an issue with Hydras. My best friend is a Hydra.”
“…do you have any proof? Do you have a photo?”
The hairdresser Medusa shrugged, her frenzy of yellow snakes twisting themselves up into a hissy mohawk, then falling.
“Who do you recommend?”
“Any of the ladies at Heracles can hook you up. They’ve got special shears.” her snakes french braided themselves, then let themselves go, swirling into an up-do.
Deliah’s Hydras, her tiny Hydras, roared and spit some fire.
“Oh shit!” the Medusa said, backing up. “I’d get there right away!”
“Are they not supposed to do that?”
“Look honey… I do snakes and I do hair and sometimes I do Harpy Acrylics, okay? I am not qualified.”
Deliah got up, pouting. “I’m sorry Kida.”
“Mm hm.” the Medusa said, rounding her customer cautiously as the Hydras kept shooting fire. “Maybe they’re really dragons!”
Deliah dug in her purse. “Here, let me give you a tip.” She held out some bills and before Kida could grab them, the Hydra set them on fire.
They looked at each other and Deliah just left.
She had to get to Heracles right away. 

Oh god I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS

So. much. CACKLING


More!!!!

Craving more

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The hairdresser sighed, slamming down the shears.

“You didn’t tell me you had Hydras.”

“I don’t!” the Medusa promised..

“You have Hydras, Deliah, not snakes.”

The woman moaned and put her head in her hands, the stumpy, decapitated “snakes” growing back, now with two heads where there were one.

“You’ve got to go to a special hairdresser.”

“I just want a few less snakes!”

“You don’t have snakes, you’ve got Hydras. Is your Mother a Hydra?”

“My mother is a Naga, thanks.”

“I’m not saying it to be racist, I don’t have an issue with Hydras. My best friend is a Hydra.”

“…do you have any proof? Do you have a photo?”

The hairdresser Medusa shrugged, her frenzy of yellow snakes twisting themselves up into a hissy mohawk, then falling.

“Who do you recommend?”

“Any of the ladies at Heracles can hook you up. They’ve got special shears.” her snakes french braided themselves, then let themselves go, swirling into an up-do.

Deliah’s Hydras, her tiny Hydras, roared and spit some fire.

“Oh shit!” the Medusa said, backing up. “I’d get there right away!”

“Are they not supposed to do that?”

“Look honey… I do snakes and I do hair and sometimes I do Harpy Acrylics, okay? I am not qualified.”

Deliah got up, pouting. “I’m sorry Kida.”

“Mm hm.” the Medusa said, rounding her customer cautiously as the Hydras kept shooting fire. “Maybe they’re really dragons!”

Deliah dug in her purse. “Here, let me give you a tip.” She held out some bills and before Kida could grab them, the Hydra set them on fire.

They looked at each other and Deliah just left.

She had to get to Heracles right away. 

Oh god I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS

So. much. CACKLING

More!!!!

Craving more

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The American collegiate system in one gif set

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