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h0odrich:

this looks like a man just got switched into a cats body and he’s having some self realization of the situation and he’s buggin

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sodakick:

glux2:

The first one always gets me for all the little details, specially how Link seemingly tried to murder Ganondorf in his sleep.

Reblogging for grumpy dad Ganondorf.

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downye:

I always get asked this question and I never really have a satisfactory answer. I don’t know what it feels like to be a sex symbol. And I woke up in the morning and saw the same face, you know what I mean? It doesn’t really.. um.. but I will say this and I’ve said this in the press before, man, you know…Black men, we’re never called sexy, you know what I mean? We’re not called sexy. We’re called athletic, and intense. We’re called-described as you know, being the strong type, the silent type, but you’re never really described as the sexy [type]. Well, I’m saying in general – there’s a real generalization to what I’m saying, but in general the word sexy doesn’t apply to black men in particular. Or in a script, they don’t say Sexy. They say a muscular black man, an intense black guy. Or good-looking, but they won’t say sexy.

Idris Elba on being labeled a sex symbol

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missalsfromiram:

believemeitsbutter:

rebeccacohenart:

http://vitaminw.co/culture-society/womens-history-questions-and-facts
Just a fraction of the cool stuff I learned when researching women’s history.

Rosalind Franklin did not just help. She actually discovered the structure before - Watson and Crick stole all the credit after building a stick and ball version of it.

The first known author and poet in history was a woman - Enheduanna.
The first known chemist was also a woman - Tapputi.

missalsfromiram:

believemeitsbutter:

rebeccacohenart:

http://vitaminw.co/culture-society/womens-history-questions-and-facts

Just a fraction of the cool stuff I learned when researching women’s history.

Rosalind Franklin did not just help. She actually discovered the structure before - Watson and Crick stole all the credit after building a stick and ball version of it.

The first known author and poet in history was a woman - Enheduanna.

The first known chemist was also a woman - Tapputi.

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stem-cell:

rosalarian:

pourquoi-nutmeg:

nortonism:

The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…

YES.

Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.

“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing

stem-cell:

rosalarian:

pourquoi-nutmeg:

nortonism:

The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…

YES.

Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.

“You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.” ― John Berger, Ways of Seeing

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Commissioned by the talented artist nymre 
She does amazing art and was the one who created this modern Zuko and Katara for me. 
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST THIS ART

Commissioned by the talented artist  

She does amazing art and was the one who created this modern Zuko and Katara for me. 

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST THIS ART

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I take myself out to dinner and do not look at my phone once. I do not call a friend up and ask them to join me. I listen attentively to the conversation in my head. I walk with myself to the library. Read novels, magazines, dusty collections of poetry. Browse zines online and buy a stack of ones that catch my interest. I close my eyes in bed and put my hands in-between my thighs. Know when to go faster, when to slow down, when to speed it up. I moan without shame. I make myself coffee, sip it languorously on my balcony, let my bare shoulders be warmed by the sun and ignore my neighbor’s sideways looks. I put on lipstick on the days I am not leaving the house. Walk around confidently, wearing only underwear and carelessness. Shake my limbs to the busting beat of a song and do not worry about my arms going one way and my legs another. I bite down hard on “monogamy.” Swish it around in my mouth, run my tongue over its bumps and curves, and then spit it out. I bleed on scraps of paper. Let my thoughts out. Listen to them more intently than any person could. I see all parts of me and do not blush. I do not look away. I do not try to run. I stare deeper. Force myself to keep eye contact. Accept all that is inside of me. Make my apologies. I bend my hands in forgiveness. I rise, dripping in the blood of past and future guilt and say, it is okay. All of you. All of me. It is okay.

In A Committed Relationship With Myself | Lora Mathis 
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would u call this narcissism or self-love pt. 2  (via avocadohalvesonostrichleather)

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