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i wanna get super rich so i can do cool stuff like tip waiters $1000 or pay off people’s student loans for fun

This sounds like the best type of fun… Can you imagine that… 

"Excuse me, you look like you are having a rough day. Are you alright?"

"*breaks down* No, I’m disabled, practically homeless, my medical bills are sky high and I can’t afford new shoes so I can work"

"Hmmm, that sounds rough, but I think I can help. *Hands over 10K* I hope this makes the next few months better"

"*spluttering* My gosh, I can’t take that, that is more than I make in 6 months"

"Take it, and use it well. *Walks away*"


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Joy Jars in different patterns!

Only $19.99! :)

A glass jar with 30 notes with encouraging and uplifting words on each! :)

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Can we just talk about how there’s a muscular woman on TV without her body being a joke? Can we? Because I have feels for this

Okay, I went and looked at the clip for this, the art side of it is amazing, but the domestic violence is a bit tough.. 

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everything you love is here

I love this, I love how Jane just laughs at her for this in the BBC film, I love it. 


everything you love is here

I love this, I love how Jane just laughs at her for this in the BBC film, I love it. 

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Imagine this:
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this:
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.

'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via justawordshaker)

Give me all of them. 

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Some of the most powerful pictures of all time

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It was this guy:


Charles II, huge royal babe and 17th-century fashion icon.


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A good mixture of nothing and everything is eating up my head alive.
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I love stories and protagonists that are not cynical 

I love protagonists who believe wholeheartedly in something 

I love protagonists who hate hurting anyone 

I love stories about kindness in very unkind worlds 

I love stories about people promising to be good to one another even if they cant know how to save the world or be good for any thing else 

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Amazing form and skill

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there are a million flowery words that I could use to say that we’ve fucked a lot or that I like kissing you I could talk about the perfect interstellar shape of your fingers or how I suspect that your lips might be more dream than reality I could compose drastic metaphors involving stars and trees and the caved in ceilings of our minds but none of that would accurately describe the time you were so jet lagged that you accidentally fell on my head and you kissed it over and over I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I love you I love you I love you
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I will be reviewing all of these sets (and the hold ups) on my blog very soon:

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Untitled, 2013 by Maisie Cousins

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Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.
Michelle K., Some.  (via hughsdancys)
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