the bear is such an important show to me because my favorite word is fuck in all of its variations, and every single character in the bear’s favorite word is also fuck in all its variations

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the bear is such an important show to me because my favorite word is fuck in all of its variations, and every single character in the bear’s favorite word is also fuck in all its variations
Reminder that in May 19th but 489 years ago Anne Boleyn died decapitated by orders of King Henry VIII
She wanted everything, but settled for nothing. (insp)
Anne Boleyn in The Tudors (2007-2010)
don't get me wrong I do like Herongraystairs & love their whole deal, but I do not agree when people (including the books themselves) act like the greatest tragedy of Tessa's life is losing Will & one day losing Jem.... like no. it's her children. the babies she gave birth to and raised and had to let go to live their own lives and then say goodbye to because she has to keep living long after them. the babies she still sees fractured into a million different pieces in a dozen different faces :(
Reblog to make it die faster
Like to charge, reblog to cast.
Happy New Year, From GAZA 🌨️ ❄️
Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist / a devoted husband / a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork. I walk long distances to access electricity and internet, creating under harsh conditions to ensure my voice reaches the Tumblr community through my art. I hope you support me to continue surviving and ensure the safety of my family. Thank you for your time. Stay safe 🙏
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Our family is facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza 💔. Our dreams and future have been shattered, My yellow children do not have winter clothes, they sleep without a blanket and there is not enough food. Please help us.
leaving us feeling lost and without purpose. marwa have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help them escape Gaza, continue their education, and support our family.
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I wish I could listen to it for the first time all over again
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The last sight she saw on this earth was an edifying one: moved by her bravery, Sir John Aleyn, the current Lord Mayor of London, sank to his knees. One by one, just before the Queen was blindfolded, she saw two thousand people sink to their knees. Upon the scaffold, she looked utterly feminine, utterly fragile – a fragility that was to be lost for centuries within a few moments. Every sign of weakness, of believable human psychology, would be excised as the relentless legend of Anne Boleyn gathered momentum. History was watching her that day and she knew it. She was still praying – low, calm, fervently – when, on the third swing, the sword descended. The executioner crossed himself, the ladies rushed forwards, the crowd remained silent and, high above their heads, the cannon fire roared out over London. A solicitor in the crowd wrote home: “The Queen died boldly. God take her to His rest.” Too often people attempt to act as if her vindication can be found in the undeniable glory of her daughter’s forty-five year reign, but that is to do Anne a disservice. In her own life, in her own personality, can be found her vindication. No one can look at her final weeks and not conclude that this was not a woman of substance and courage and, as Anne herself pointed out, such things do not spring at the end unless they have been there from the beginning. - GARETH RUSSELL
I just love them so much.
That inner urge to get my life together but still doing nothing about it.
when you crave academic validation but also live and breathe procrastination...