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Ive had this saved in my phone since April

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Rembagram

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avril lavigne was right. what the hell

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i can't be the only one who's just straight-up ... bored with women hating themselves. my mom keeps lamenting to me how upset she is about her gray hair. my friend stares at her laugh lines every day in agony. my sister loses sleep over the horrible unbearable thought of looking fat. and every time these women i love open up to me, i can't help but think ... then stop staring at yourself? stop drowning yourself, narcissus, and just fucking live your life instead of sitting in front of a mirror obeying cosmetic corporations' lies. just stop it. this is getting ridiculous. you're too smart to be falling for this bullshit. "oh no but these men who hate women told me that if i'm ugly i'm worthless!" girl if you actually believe that then good luck. but i am getting worse at being supportive of people whose nonsense worldviews keep them trapped in pain. stop looking at yourself start fucking living i am pleading you deserve to be happy and it is stupid that you disagree

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Helen Frankenthaler (American, 1928 - 2011)

Southern Exposure - 2005

more on abstrakshun

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The Life of a Showgirl, poster by me

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“Ariel sold her voice for legs just because of a guy“

Meanwhile Ariel with legs;

Ariel already loved the human world long before meeting Eric (you don’t get a collection like hers overnight) and when she finally got a chance to explore it, she took it.

Ursula made it more about Eric than Ariel ever did.

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Why does tumblr keep showing me posts from radfem/terf blogs "based on my likes"??? like, yes, i've like feminist posts, i've liked political posts, and posts about the deconstruction of patriarchy, gender roles and all that jazz, but I have NEVER (and will never knowingly) interacted with a terf on here?!

I have never liked anything that even hints at terf-ism, or the belief that trans women are men performing womanhood. You know what kind of posts I HAVE consistently liked? Posts disscussing JKR's heinous behaviour and beliefs and how it's ruined the HP world.

I'm not interested in that, I don't like it, I don't want these people on my dash. Is there anythign I can do to stop this?

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The Ocean at Dusk -  Kate Jarvik Birch 

American , b. 1977 -

Gouache on paper , 10 x 10 in.

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This YouTube comment has been on my mind since I finished SOTR so this is what I came up with:

Lucy Gray was the mockingbird, living on the outskirts of district 12 and was there at the wrong time when they were forced to stay there after the Dark Days. They were subjected to the Capitol’s politics despite not being a part of Panem, technically speaking. Lucy Gray became part of the Games and, likewise, the mockingbird became affiliated with the Capitol through the jabberjay’s release into the woods, but it still continued to sing its own song.

Haymitch was the jabberjay, a Capitol tool that did what it had to in order to survive. The Capitol thought they could control them, but they retaliated in the form of rebellion. Haymitch refused to be a piece in their game and tried to end it, and the jabberjay, in the eyes of the Capitol, created a freak of nature that showed the Capitol’s lack of complete control.

Katniss was the mockingjay, a slap in the face of the Capitol, something that was never meant to exist. Together, the song of the mockingbird that lived on for generations and the stubbornness of the jabberjay that refused to die, the mockingjay had the best of both worlds. It was a symbol of rebellion and unity.

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Cause we were like the mall before the internet

It was the only place to be

The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams…

Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring…

Over and over

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coney island is sooooo underrated and for what ???????

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Please, picture me, in the weeds

before I learned civility

I used to scream ferociously

any time I wanted

5 years ago today I heard seven for the first time and everything changed

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!!!!! SOMETHING MED SCHOOL DID NOT COVER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER SOMEONE'S MOTHER HOLDS YOUR HAND THROUGH PLASTIC NOW DOC I THINK SHE IS CRASHING OUT AND SOME THINGS YOU CANNOT SPEAK ABOUT !!!!!!

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Local Girl Listens To Folklore For The Millionth Time And Is Still Amazed By The Sheer Perfection Of What She's Hearing

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mirrorball - taylor swift

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folklore (2020.07.24) A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables. Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone’s secrets written in the sky for all to behold. In isolation my imagination has run wild and this album is the result, a collection of songs and stories that flowed like a stream of consciousness. Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy, history, and memory. I’ve told these stories to the best of my ability with all the love, wonder, and whimsy they deserve. Now it’s up to you to pass them down.