Ingrid! INGRID! IM RYING. INGRID. NO.. INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNA! ELSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ingrid! INGRID! IM RYING. INGRID. NO.. INGRID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNA! ELSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mom: Oh, look at the cute coyote.
Me: No, Mom, that's a fox.
Mom: How do you know that?
Me: Because there's a giant sign that says 'FOX' on the other side of it.
Mom: Like you would have known the difference otherwise. You're a city child.
Hemingway (or Hemingdouche, as a wise person once named him). He was quite THE character x3! Hahaha
Bahaha well that wise person was edithnapier, but this amuses me greatly. :p
About Me
I was a confident person until I befriended edithnapier and identifying poultry and farm animals became a thing.
hi! whats ingrids url? xx
It's edithnapier! ♥
And since a novel has this correspondence to real life, its values are to some extent those of real life. But it is obvious that the values of women differ very often from the values which have been made by the other sex; naturally, this is so. Yet it is the masculine values that prevail. Speaking crudely, football and sport are 'important'; the worship of fashion, the buying of clothes 'trivial'. And these values are inevitably transferred from life to fiction. This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room. A scene in a battle-field is more important than a scene in a shop - everywhere and much more subtly the difference of value persists.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own.
Happy Birthday to my dearest Ingrid! ♥
I said most of the mushy things in the card, but here in the land of tumblr, thank you for introducing me to wonderful things and shows and grumpy princesses and then putting up with me while I fangirl... and thank you, perhaps most importantly, for teaching me about poultry.
(As for the rest of you, you absolutely need to go and follow Ingrid because she's one of the very best people on this website/planet.)