professorfangirl:

unreconstructedfangirl:

allysongrono:

I just found this and fell through a black hole of fangirl, never to be found again. LATERZ

WUT. No.

I showed this to my boyfriend at the coffeeshop and he got so flustered he was literally speechless. A friend asked, “No offense, Warren, but aren’t you straight?” and bf answered, “NOBODY’S that straight!”

the last time someone looked at me like these two are looking at each other here, i found myself naked with their tongue inside my body in the next hour

professorfangirl:

unreconstructedfangirl:

allysongrono:

I just found this and fell through a black hole of fangirl, never to be found again. LATERZ

WUT. No.

I showed this to my boyfriend at the coffeeshop and he got so flustered he was literally speechless. A friend asked, “No offense, Warren, but aren’t you straight?” and bf answered, “NOBODY’S that straight!”

the last time someone looked at me like these two are looking at each other here, i found myself naked with their tongue inside my body in the next hour

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Gustave Moreau (French, 1826-1898)

Salome receives the head of John the Baptist as a reward for dancing for King Herod.

The Apparition in various versions, circa 1875

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Willem Arondeus (Dutch, 1894 – 1943)
Salome, 1916
Willem Arondeus was a little-known artist who lived as an openly gay man before World War II. During the Nazi occupation of Amsterdam, he led a Resistance Council that would create forged documents to hide Jews from the Nazis. 
When the Nazis discovered that Arondeus was helping the Jews, he was condemned to death. Awaiting his execution by the Nazis in 1943, Arondeus wrote, “Let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards.”
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Willem Arondeus (Dutch, 1894 – 1943)

Salome, 1916

Willem Arondeus was a little-known artist who lived as an openly gay man before World War II. During the Nazi occupation of Amsterdam, he led a Resistance Council that would create forged documents to hide Jews from the Nazis.

When the Nazis discovered that Arondeus was helping the Jews, he was condemned to death. Awaiting his execution by the Nazis in 1943, Arondeus wrote, “Let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards.”

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You’ve got to get comfortable with fear; nothing’s worth doing unless you’re a little bit scared. People call women the weaker sex. It’s a total cliche - a man in a powerful position is considered assertive, whereas a woman is a ‘bitch’. You have to stand up to that and be ready for things to be hard and for things to be serious. 

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stammsternenstaub:

Also, if I see one more anything where anyone of any gender or orientation claims its impossible for gay sex between men to ever involve a vagina, I will post a sex tape of my big gay vaginary self demonstrating that assumption’s untruth

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"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age."

Sylvia Plath (via classicalconditioning)

Every single time this quote crosses my dash, I just want to rip out my hair. I don’t know what it is - she was fully entitled to her feelings and her responses to her life. It’s not Plath, it’s the fact that this circulates at all here - that the reblogging of it constitutes - to this well-educated, brilliantly promising, fading into indifferent middle age woman - a kind of de facto agreement that all those things do, in fact, equal uselessness. I’m doing my damnedest to find other ways of measuring myself besides the promise of my past, because it doesn’t always work out, but I’m not all that keen on the idea that that necessarily makes everything - makes me - useless. It makes life not what I had anticipated - there’s a difference, huge to my mind. 

This isn’t aimed at anyone in particular (and certainly not the person I reblogged it from!) - it’s just me kind of not going quietly into the night. She never made it to middle age, and so all of this - like the (as I perceive it) reblogging of it - is just a nameless terror that this is as good as it gets - this, now, 17 or 23 or 31. That anything much older is just a slow slide into uselessness and redundancy and pointlessness. And I struggle with this every day, especially since my father passed away at such a (relatively) young age. And I refuse to accept that I’m useless because the present or the future aren’t necessarily what I thought they might be in the past. That I’m useless because I’m “fading out into an indifferent middle age.” I choose to hope that the best is yet to come, when I’ve mellowed a little more, when my perspective has grown even more expansive, when my experiences become a rich tapestry of their own - both the light and the dark threads, the worn-out holes and the still-glittering gold bits.

She might have gotten there too, had she lived. She didn’t, so I guess I’m here to say in her place, there’s more to life than just the hopes and promises of youth.

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mistergandalf:

alternate ending to the third hobbit movie

thranduil walks around the battlefield and spies the dead bodies of fili and kili

and then he kneels down and touches them gently with one finger and they come back to life

and everyone lives happily ever after

thranduil is secretly ned the piemaker

the end

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cherribalm:

site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

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profoundgibberish:

anotheranonymoussoul:

The fall of Icarus by René Milot

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profoundgibberish:

anotheranonymoussoul:

The fall of Icarus by René Milot

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