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kisskicker:

Whoopsie, turns out that Ariel was one of the old-school, prince-drowning mermaids. Sorry, Eric!

kisskicker:

Whoopsie, turns out that Ariel was one of the old-school, prince-drowning mermaids. Sorry, Eric!



“The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.” — In her cover essay on silencing women in the October 2014 issue of Harper’s, Rebecca Solnit once again proves that she is one of our era’s greatest essayist – further evidence here and here. (via explore-blog)



slaughterhouse90210:

“Those previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances, young women whom she’d known a long time ago, and she felt such compassion for them. ‘I regret nothing,’ she told her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror, and believed it.”—Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

slaughterhouse90210:

“Those previous versions of herself were so distant now that remembering them was almost like remembering other people, acquaintances, young women whom she’d known a long time ago, and she felt such compassion for them. ‘I regret nothing,’ she told her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror, and believed it.”
—Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven



“I can’t be shaken anymore, by anyone. I’ve got to that point in my life that if you’re not a good person, and you can’t make me feel good with love and life, then fuck off, basically.” — FKA twigs 



“I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel. You and your splendor; lingering in my brain across a timelessly barefoot reality.” — Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 23 November 1926. 



This photo doesn’t capture how cute I looked on Thursday.

This photo doesn’t capture how cute I looked on Thursday.



gothprincess95:

I have ruined entertainment 4 myself bc my feminist lens game is 2 strong




You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer

You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer



Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.

Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

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"Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis," The Independent.

"strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands"

"too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements"

"don’t give me that French shit."

(via snarlfurillo)



j-groffy:

treat other ladies like leslie knope treats ann perkins