#forever relevant

[mivinaluv]

THIS.

[sevdahalma]

[slaughterosie]

[imaconnoisseurofroads]

"Why do men feel threatened by women?" I asked a male friend of mine. "They're afraid women will laugh at them," he said. "Undercut their world view." Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, "Why do women feel threatened by men?" "They're afraid of being killed," they said.

Margaret Atwood, Writing the Male Character in Second Words: Selected Critical Prose (1982)

[pompeiileveldisaster]

myGo + sakiko code names

sakiko: from now on, we will be using code names. you can address me as eagle 1 soyo, code name -- been there, done that tomori is currently doing that anon is it happened once in a dream taki, code name -- if I had to pick a drummer

taki: huh?!

sakiko: ... and raana is eagle 2

raana, in between bites of matcha parfait: oh.

[lurker-no-more]

Nancy Drew S3 finale:

Also Nancy Drew S3 finale/S4:

[seven-inches-of-satanic-panic]

2013 Coachella Valley Music And Arts Festival - Day 3

[currentboat]

But as his head cleared, Colin heard another sound, so beautiful that he never found rest again; the sound of a horn, like the moon on snow, and another answered it from the limits of the sky; and through the Brollachan ran silver lightnings, and he heard hoofs, and voices calling, “We ride! We ride!” and the whole cloud was silver, so that he could not look. The hoof-beats drew near, and the earth throbbed. Colin opened his eyes. Now the cloud raced over the ground, breaking into separate glories that whispered and sharpened to skeins of starlight, and were horsemen, and at their head was majesty, crowned with antlers, like the sun. But as they crossed the valley, one of the riders dropped behind, and Colin saw that it was Susan. She lost ground, though her speed was no less, and the light that formed her died, and in its place was a smaller, solid figure that halted, forlorn, in the white wake of the riding. The horsemen climbed from the hillside to the air, growing vast in the sky, and to meet them came nine women, their hair like wind. And away they rode together across the night, over the waves, and beyond the isles, and the Old Magic was free for ever, and the moon was new.

Alan Garner, The Moon of Gomrath