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imagine if hermione granger used her powers for evil
harry potter would not have lasted a single day
This piece of granola i just ate tasted like pedo, i want to die fr
Im about to sue kashi go lean granola cereal.
If you've tasted pedos before, Idk why this would even phase you 😂
an unfamiliar cat: (approaches me)
me, internally: this cat senses my inner worth
19th-20th century women in history who exchanged love letters with other women. Many have not lasted due to families choosing to destroy evidence of these letters, while others are merely fragments.
Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962) to Lorena Hickok (1893-1968)
‘Hick my dearest– I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you. I felt a little as though a part of me was leaving tonight. You have grown so much to be a part of my life that it is empty without you…’
‘I wish I could lie down beside you tonight & take you in my arms.’
‘I can’t kiss you, so I kiss your picture good night and good morning.’
Lorena Hickok to Eleanor Roosevelt
‘I’ve been trying to bring back your face — to remember just how you look. Funny how even the dearest face will fade away in time. Most clearly I remember your eyes, with a kind of teasing smile in them, and the feeling of that soft spot just north-east of the corner of your mouth against my lips.’
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) to Edith Wynne Mathison (1875-1955)
excerpt 1; ‘ I will do whatever you tell me to do… Love me, please; I love you. I can bear to be your friend. So ask of me anything… But never be ‘tolerant,’ or ‘kind.’ And never say to me again — don’t dare to say to me again — ‘Anyway, you can make a trial’ of being friends with you! Because I can’t do things that way… I am conscious only of doing the thing that I love to do — that I have to do — and I have to be your friend.’
excerpt 2; ‘You wrote me a beautiful letter. I wonder if you meant it to be as beautiful as it was. I think you did; for somehow I know that your feeling for me, however slight it is, is of the nature of love… When you tell me to come, I will come, by the next train, just as I am. This is not meekness, be assured; I do not come naturally by meekness; know that it is a proud surrender to You.’
Vita Sackville West (1892-1962) to Virginia Woolf (1882-1941):
excerpt 1; ‘It has been a very strange relationship, ours; unhappy at times, happy at others; but unique in its way, and infinitely precious to me and (may I say?) to you. What I like about it is that we always come together again however long the gaps in our meetings may have been. Time seems to make no difference. This is a sort of love letter I suppose. Odd that I should be writing you a love letter after all these years - when we have written so many to each other. Parceque c'etait lui parceque c'etait moit.’
excerpt 2; ‘It is quite true that you have had infinitely more influence on me intellectually than anyone, and for this alone I love you.’
excerpt 3; ‘I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this –But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it. Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter.’
excerpt 4; ‘I wish, in a way, that we could put the clock back a year. I should like to startle you again- even though I didn’t know then that you were startled.’
Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West:
excerpt 1; ‘Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.’
excerpt 2; ‘I did enjoy seeing you, and am wearing your necklace, and my exuberance after all is not my egotism, but your seduction. Is your garden good?’
excerpt 3; ‘I lie in bed making up stories about you.’
excerpt 4; ‘Shall I come Saturday for the night? Seems the only chance. Let me know… Should you say, if I rang you up to ask, that you were fond of me? If I saw you would you kiss me? If I were in bed would you-’
excerpt 5; ‘Yesterday morning I was in despair… I couldn’t screw a word from me; and at last dropped my head in my hands: dipped my pen in the ink and wrote these words, as if automatically, on a clean sheet: Orlando: A Biography. No sooner had I done this than my body was flooded with rapture and my brain with ideas. I wrote rapidly till 12… But listen; suppose Orlando turns out to be Vita; and it’s all about you and the lusts of your flesh and the lure of your mind… Shall you mind? Say yes, or no…’
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Faces In The Crowd-Young participants with an offering at La Guadalupana in Puerto Vallarta by Bud Ellison
Missed the 3.5 second deadline because I couldn't disengage from its cuteness
Having a picture of your girlfriend as the lock screen on your phone is the 21st-century equivalent of keeping a locket with her picture in it.
This is actually such an adorable comparison
I don’t care if they got a body like Nicki Minaj with their boobs pushed up to their chin and wear more pink and ruffles than a unicorn in a tutu. If they tell you they’re nonbinary, then they’re fucking nonbinary.
I don’t care if he’s got the highest, prettiest voice and wears dresses and pink glittery nail polish and high heels. If he tells you he’s a boy, then he’s a fucking boy.
I don’t care if she looks like the Hulk and talks like Morgan Freeman and has a beard to rival Thor and the hairiest chest and legs ever and wears a suit. If she tells you she’s a girl, then she’s a fucking girl.
Deal with it.
Riding public transit shortly after Caitlin Jenner introduced herself to the world, I heard two men in their sixties with thick Southern accents turn conversation to ‘this whole Jenner business.” I braced myself for something ugly and considered moving further down the train; I’m glad I didn’t.
“I just don’t get it, ya know?” one of them began, shaking his head. “I mean, you bump into somebody in the supermarket and you say, ‘I’m sorry, sir,’ and hear back, ‘actually, it’s ma’am,’ then you say, ‘so sorry, ma’am; my mistake’ not ‘I’LL CALL YOU SIR IF I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT!!!’” More head shaking. “What’s the matter with some people? They just got no manners.’
“Couldn’t agree more Hoyden.”
Got off that train with a big smile on my face.
“attention readers: no homo”
just guys being pals
Historical figure: hey i want this dudes lips to touch my lips bcs he is my soul and my life
Historian: I’m sure there’s a very heterosexual explanation for this, honest
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Don't worry, she's just giving birth
Fucking finally
You'll never get me
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I’m both simultaneously
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“is that you?” “……………….yah.”
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I'm that chismoso white guy in front of Bradley experiencing this drama
His face. I’m dead
Is this How To Catch a Predator or Jeopardy
WHY THE DAKOTA ACCESS PIPELINE SUCKS AND WHAT YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT
AN OIL PIPELINE IS GOING TO POISON AN ENTIRE COMMUNITY:
A huge company is building an oil pipeline through the Missouri River. It’ll transport the dirtiest oil right through some of the cleanest water in the US. If there is a crack, leak, spill, any breakage, (which is super common) that oil will seep into the water and that water will become toxic.
The company that owns Sunoco just got their permit approved (btw Rick Perry is on their board of directors, in case that gives anyone else the fucking creeps). In response, a bunch of kids from Standing Rock Reservation physically ran across the country (1800 miles) in protest, carrying a petition w/ over 140,000 signatures, and met with the white house. NOW these kids, members of indigenous tribes around the nation, and their allies, are standing in front of massive equipment, using their bodies to stop construction and putting their lives on the line to protect this water.
WHY IT MATTERS:
When that water gets contaminated by oil, it will be poisoned, essentially deadly, within the hour. It’ll effect anyone in any community along the river or connecting rivers in North Dakota, South Dakota, Iowa, and Illinois. More people than we can fathom will lose access to clean water, and it’ll happen quickly. These kids are fighting for our access to clean water, too.
What happened in Flint could have been avoided if we had known about it. This time we have a shot.
HOW YOU CAN HELP:
This is a big list of things we can do. Sharing info, donating funds, sending supplies… We all have different abilities and means so here are a number of ways you can help.
SIGN AND SHARE THIS PETITION: bit.ly/SacredStonePetition - This is the official White House petition, their original Change.org petition has over 200k signatures, since this one is
CHANGE.ORG PETITION: bit.ly/SacredStoneChangeOrg - Sign and share, the more numbers the better and they will keep you updated via the petition, let u know what’s going on at Sacred Stone and ways you can help as the fight continues.
DONATE TO THE CAUSE:
To donate thru GoFundMe: bit.ly/SacredStoneFund
To donate to camp using paypal: bit.ly/SacredStonePaypalFund
To donate to legal defense fund: bit.ly/SacredStoneLegal
If you cannot donate, consider sharing these links in case someone in your circle has the cash, but doesn’t know about this yet!
SEND SUPPLIES:
To send / drop off Supplies: 202 Main Street Fort Yates, ND 58538
Full list of supplies needed: bit.ly/SacredStoneSupplies
Some examples of supplies needed: canned food, cookware, toilet paper, diapers, reusable plates & utensils, tents, solar powered gear, flashlights, blankets, water jugs.
PHYSICALLY SHOW UP:
If you want to join in ND, and use your body or talents to bring support, sign up here: bit.ly/SacredStoneCampVolunteer
If you’ve got access to a boat and can be in ND by August 20th: bit.ly/SacredStoneWater
FOLLOW THE STORY:
Follow on Facebook: bit.ly/SacredStoneFB
Follow the Standing Rock kids on Twitter: twitter.com/rezpectourwater
Follow the Standing Rock kids on IG: instagram.com/rezpectourwater/
DANIELLE WROTE THIS AND THIS IS OUR WEBSITE AND I’M SO GLAD HELPING PEOPLE IS WORKING EVEN A LITTLE