action without purpose is folly

Alayna/Taken

kyliesparks27:

pjcalamity:

philliptunalunatique:

phototoartguy:

The adorable and unlikely friendship between a fox and a dog that’s being turned into a children’s fairytale book

Photographer Torgeir Berge

oh no

like you’re gonna act like Tod and Copper never existed

this is actually like if tod and copper were real but copper wasn’t a german shepherd also WHAT THE FUCK NOW I HAVE FOX & THE HOUND FEELS PJ.
fun fact: i actually own two of the original cels from f&h. like two of the cels from the movie. i have a lot of weird shit in my house.

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Nav K, nepenthe (via navk)

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your lips are a sinner’s
sustenance; ambrosia 
for a god, yet good
enough for a ghost

you have furnished 
my soul with the 
windows of yours

and we speak in 
deafening silence,

like braille, but only 
it is my tongue 
against your skin. 

flirtytwink:

I just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality and help to destroy racism

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Catherynne M. Valente (via alonesomes)

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You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You have already done all of this and will do it again.

iwriteaboutfeminism:

Protesters are angry about these strange negotiations to release protesters. What kind of practice is this?

September 28th

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Origami | d.a.s

NaPoWriMo day 12: knowledge

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When I first learn the shape of
my mother’s bone-thin hands,
I am four
and crumpled in the corner like origami.
She tells me to hit back,
women can’t be weak in this world like twisted knives.
She must teach me to hold my head high,
even with both eyes blackened.
This is living, she says,
I promise, I will never lie to you.
This is how I learn to use my fists before my words,
kick the boys rather than kiss them.
I was not taught to be gentle,
in my family of bleeding mouths and blinded eyes.
I was a warrior since age four, a memorial
to all the girls who never learned no,
mordant and messy.
My mother taught me that love is a game.
Leave it to the boys –
we’re here for a fight.
This is how I learn that we live to die.

Lady-Like | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

My mother always told me be pretty, baby.
I was taught that the boys like girls with blood
between their teeth, and I spent my youth
chewing tobacco hearts and spitting out the veins.
My mother always told me be funny, baby,
even when you want to die.

So I swallowed the boys with their saltwater mouths
and kept my poetry in.
Mother, I’m good at being funny, didn’t you know?
Even with shattered lungs, I’m can laugh like a pretty girl.
Mother was always saying make them look, make them stare,
be beautiful, baby.
You’re my daughter, this game is in your genes.
Hide the stretch marks and the cellulite,
brown yourself irresistible tan.
We gotta fix your crooked teeth, baby,
those are from your father.
Don’t trust black boys, baby, marry rich, marry white,
let the children and the blood pour out.
Stop writing that damn poetry of yours, baby,
boys don’t like girls with pretty words,
they like girls with pretty legs and thin wrists.
Gotta be brave, baby, gotta die young.


Get rid of your heart, baby,
ladies learn to live without love.

thagal:

gxxdgxxn:

A$AP Rocky & Chanel Iman for Vogue September 2014

the poses are so strategic you can’t see their huge height gap I live

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