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Pont du Bir-Hakeim, Paris (2017)
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Watercolour cats by Endre Penovac
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useless-freedom · 8 years
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That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.
Dream Hampton (via nakedly)
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Paul Dano, Lily James, and James Norton as Pierre Bezukhov, Natasha Rostova, and Andrei Bolkonsky in War and Peace (2016) [x]
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useless-freedom · 8 years
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I don’t normally do this, but I’ve seen some things, I’ve had a long day, and, quite frankly, I’ve had enough. 
I am sick to death of the notion that a woman has to spend her life being perfectly perky in order to grab your attention and to be deemed “entertaining”. That she must smile and crack jokes at all costs, and never be seen to have any complicated reaction to anything that she does or is done to her, lest that cause a problem for you, and the way that you perceive her. 
I’m sick of the idea that any kind of emotion or action that deviates even slightly from that ridiculously idealised perfection allows you to call her out, to label her, to roll your eyes and call her a “whiny bitch”. 
Women – even fictional ones – do not exist solely to please you. We are not here to entertain you at the cost of our personal desires. We are also not cardboard cut-out figures that exist just so you can wank off to us in your basement bedrooms. Guess what? We have emotions. We are multi-layered, complex, and – who’d have thunk it? – human. We are imperfect: we laugh; we cry; we joke; we make mistakes; we are brave; we are foolish; we get angry; we are selfish and selfless; we are strong; we are weak; we say the wrong things; we try; we don’t try hard enough; we can be cruel and mean and loving and caring; we can hurt you and we can be hurt by you and we can do and be all of these things together. It may be too hard for you to grasp the fact that we are multifaceted, probably because you’re, well, not. That, however, is neither my problem nor my burden. That’s on you, my friend, and if you’re content with living your life in that kind of ignorance, then I’ll be glad if I never come across you. 
I’m not tagging this, because in the end this isn’t really about particular fictional characters – it’s a pervasive reality of the world we unfortunately live in – but the day you are prepared to label your favourite male character a “whiny bitch” for crying his way through an entire season of television, and the day you turn that label into a stick to beat that favourite male character over the head with over and over and over again ad nauseum until the end of time (because God forbid he – or she – should ever be allowed to forget it) is the day I will happily accept your crude and unfair labelling of me and my favourite characters (female or otherwise), and that will be the day I allow you to diminish who I am, and to boil me down to the lowest denominator of your choosing. 
Since that day is unlikely to come, I suspect this is all a moot point. Nevertheless, unless and until that day actually comes, please do us all a favour and step away from the keyboard until you’ve educated yourself a little on what it means to be human. Take a look around you – you may spy a woman or two. We are, after all, only half of the population. 
Contrary to popular opinion, ignorance isn’t always bliss. Sometimes ignorance is just ignorance, and, not to put too fine a point on it, but ignorance has no place in a civilised world. 
How’s that for a label?
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useless-freedom · 8 years
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In Berkeley. #MLK
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learning that someone doesnt like harry potter is honestly the most heartbreaking and life changing thing like u could kill a man and id still be more shocked and upset learning that u dont like harry potter
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salad, or as i call it, expensive leaf nonsense
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Amy said she trusted me, that I would know the right thing to say on her behalf…
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You're a little obsessed with yourself, aren't you?
well no one else is gonna do it
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So my dad gambles quite a bit
And he’s pretty good at it, so he’s a diamond-level guest at all the harrahs casinos, meaning they always comp his room and meals. My mom has a second job with her friend’s modeling company, and they were working a banquet in Vegas. My moms main job is as a flight attendant though, so we fly free. So my dad just took off to Vegas the night of my moms job, and when they were done, he took her and all her model friends (7 of them) to a fancy-ass restaurant. He’s friends with one of the waiters there just from visiting so often, but they don’t know much about my dads life/job/whatever. So when my dad shows up with a bunch of models, the waiter comes up and he’s like “ok dude spill. what do you do? what’s your job?” And my dads like “it’s a mystery” because he’s a mailman
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