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Also, for those of you that missed the Space Princess pictures..

The celestial queen emerges.

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

This gives me a mild heart attack

Your tags make my heart sing. But I don’t want the liability of your death.

Ugh you’re so perfect. I remember these were some of the first pics I stalked if you. And fell in love.

Holy crap you are gorgeous. Hooooooooooooooly

Jesus Christ


ladylacious:

Follow Lady Lacious for more lovely vintage mori girl fairy tale moments 

thebuttonfaery:

cumber-kitty:

Mori Girlemmatyan

What a lil cutie

I guess this is my favorite mori girl photoshoot online so far xD

Recipes

fitchris25:

workeatgetfit: my favorite recipe is a chicken wrap with seasoned red peppers that are cooked on the stove with salsa and black beans :)

johannasfitblr: My fav healthy recipe is salmon w mashed potatoes and Asparagus:))

robin-egg-blue-7: My favorite recipe is butternut squash mac and…


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gaksdesigns:

Colored pencil Daft Punk drawing by Andrew Wilson

tell me this is a fucking joke 


ettgangeratta:

fuckyeahlgbtqartists:

The Pink Choice

Even though many people seem to be open about homosexuality, it turned out to be untrue when I showed people photos of homosexual couples in intimate moments. Most of them found the photos disgusting and unacceptable. This reaction was a source of inspiration to me. My goal was to make photos about homosexuals that incite feelings of romantic love that is natural and beautiful. I chose to capture casual daily activities of the couples that can be familiar to anyone. By doing so, I hope to make the audience become interested, then gradually empathize with homosexual people.

Many projects/artworks on homosexuality in Vietnam tend to focus on either deviances (especially in movies, with images of homosexuals portrayed in ridiculous clothing and make-up, mincing, shrewish or rude manners…) or symbolic images. In photography, homosexuals are not presented as themselves in pictures. And if they are, they’re usually photographed from behind or with masks on. These all foster weird and absurd images of homosexuals rather then present more understanding perspectives. In turn, homosexuals become even more intimidated and isolated.

The Pink Choice has a different approach as it seeks out personal stories using direct language: documentary photography to capture real moments and real people.

Moreover, stories about homosexuality in Vietnam and also in the world usually end in tragedy, especially in movies. On one hand, this tragic style of storytelling can make audience become more sympathetic and understanding of the difficulties that homosexuals experience. On the other hand, the drama of homosexuals can also cause misunderstandings that lives of homosexuals are vulnerable and regretful, and that the choice to “come out” is an incredible effort against the community’s way of life. The point is, in real life, there are many homosexual people who live happily with their identity. There are homosexual couples who love, nurture and build a happy family life together.

The Pink Choice is a series of photos about the love of homosexual couples which focus on living spaces, the affectionate touches, and more importantly, the synchronized rhythm of lovers sharing life together. Viewers may not feel the personalities of the subjects in the photos, but hopefully they can feel the warmth of their love and caring. In way, I wanted to show what I see of homosexual people and not how they see themselves.

Photographer: Maika Elan
Website: www.maikaelan.com

Maika is respresented by MoST. If you’d like to find out more about them you should click here.

Forever reblog and forever wondering what I would’ve been like if I grew up there.


yukikuchiki:

Ladies and Gentlemen, the king and queen of cold.


Can’t believe I didn’t post pics earlier of my baby! Alice turns 5 months old today :D

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.


'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)

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portraitofadoll:

NEED

SWEET JESUS

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Healthy bento/lunch box inspiration from Bentoriffic.com


Close your eyes. Close them. Now describe what you see. (Dead Poets Society 1989)

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