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will you⊠*gets down on one knee* bake bread with me?
Thatâs all she wanted
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reblog if ur a fan of the clitoris
not to be gay or anything but what if i made you a playlist full of love songs because i'm insanely attracted to you and we shared earbuds and listened to it together and in the middle of it you reached down and interlocked our hands before kissing me for the first time and we were both girls,, jkjk,, unless?
Make her say good things about herself while you fuck her. Associate her pleasure with self confidence. Condition that bitch to love herself. đ„”đ„”đ„”
some of u bitches r trying your hardest to stay positive and hopeful despite all the bullshit youâve been going thru and it really shows and iâm proud of u
beatrix potter and sylvanian families/calico critters have the right idea. what if animals stood up and wore little gingham dresses with aprons and baked bread
The Himba (singular: OmuHimba, plural: OvaHimba) are indigenous peoples with an estimated population of about 50,000 people living in northern Namibia, in the Kunene Region (formerly Kaokoland) and on the other side of the Kunene River in Angola. The OvaHimba are a semi-nomadic, pastoralist people, culturally distinguishable from the Herero people in northern Namibia and southern Angola, and speak OtjiHimba, a variety of Herero, which belongs to the Bantu family within NigerâCongo. The OvaHimba are considered the last (semi-) nomadic people of Namibia.
The Himba often cover themselves with otjize paste, a cosmetic mixture of butterfat and ochre pigment, to cleanse the skin over long periods due to water scarcity and protect themselves from the extremely hot and dry climate of the Kaokoland as well as against mosquito insect bites. The cosmetic mixture, often perfumed with the aromatic resin of the omuzumba shrub, gives their skin and hair plaits a distinctive orange or red-tinge characteristic, as well as texture and style. Otjize is considered foremost a highly desirable aesthetic beauty cosmetic, symbolizing earthâs rich red color and blood the essence of life, and is consistent with the OvaHimba ideal of beauty. The OvaHimba are also accustomed to use wood ash for hair cleansing due to water scarcity.
Hairstyle and jewelry play a significant role among the OvaHimba, it indicates age and social status within their community. An infant or child will generally have his head kept shaven of hair or a small crop of hair on his head crown. This soon is sculptured to one braided hair plait extended to the rear of the head for young boys and young girls have two braided hair plaits extended forward towards the face often parallel to their eyes. This style is called ozondato, the form of wear being determined by the oruzo membership (patrilineal descent group). The style remains during preadolescence until reaching puberty. Some young girls, with exception, may also have one braided hair plait extended forwards, which means they are one of a pair of twins.
OvaHimba girl
OvaHimba girl dancing
OvaHimba boy
OvaHimba girl, one of a set of twins!
OvaHimba children, both boys and girls, removing ticks from goats.
From pubescence, boys continue to have one braided hair plait.
A young man wearing a braid known as ondatu. Namibia. Photo by Nigel Pavitt
Once they reach puberty, OvaHimba girls will have many otjize textured hair plaits, some arranged to veil the girlâs face.Â
This girl is going through puberty, a fact made plain by her hairstyle, which has been designed to cover her face and help her avoid male attention. The puffs at the bottom are either goat hair or synthetic.
(In daily practice, the hair plaits are often tied together and held parted back from the face.)Â
This girlâs braids are arranged to reveal her face, indicating that sheâs ready to be married.
Women who have been married for about a year, or have had a child, wear an ornate headpiece called the Erembe, sculptured from sheepskin, with many streams of braided hair, coloured and put in shape with otjize paste.Â
Married women wearing erembe
Unmarried young men continue to wear one braided hair plait extended to the rear of the head. When Himba men marry, they start wearing turbans, which they never take off unless someone in the village dies. After a death, their heads are shaved. Because the turbans are never removed, things can get a little itchy underneath, so men carry pointed arrow-like instruments to scratch it with.
Married OvaHimba men. #s 1 and 3 wear a scratching implement in their turbans.
Widowed men will remove their cap or head-wrap and expose un-braided hair.Â
Himba widower. The habit of using a head-scratching implement is hard to break.
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Wow this is the first time Iâve seen a culture where men are required to wear a headdress after marriage.
every single person in this post is absolutely stunning
Nnedi Okoraforâs novella trilogy Binti has a Himba main character. Otijze is even a plot point.
can't wait until i have a wife so i can say "i love my wife" and introduce her to people by saying "i'd like you to meet my wife" and get out of boring social engagements by saying "i have to go home to my wife" and talk about her to anyone who will listen to me because she's my wife and i adore her
there is something very funny about people on here who try to cultivate these edgy aloof personas as if they haven't taken up residence in the virtual equivalent of a mcdonald's playplace
Sometimes I think about the fact that Adora always thought the rebellion was something worth dying for, but Catra, her Catra, is something worth living for.
There is no shared white history. Europeans all hated each other from the first settlers up until the 1500s. No Italian has even fucking heard the word âOdinâ until long after (âwhiteâ) christian missionaries nearly eradicated that religion. If you and I are both white than our ancestors probably fucking hated each other. Hell, if youâre a white mutt like me, various roots of your own family tree fucking hated each other and considered each other foreign savage barbarians. The only thing that unifies the white race is skin color and privilege, and neither of those things fill me with any kind of pride.