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Chaos, upheaval, revelation.

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gnate1:

I am convinced that this snake is happily humming as he scampers across this lawn.
“hm hm hm hm hmmm, what a beautiful day today! I think I’ll swallow a chimpanzee!”
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gnate1:

I am convinced that this snake is happily humming as he scampers across this lawn.

“hm hm hm hm hmmm, what a beautiful day today! I think I’ll swallow a chimpanzee!”

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kimisbaked:

I wanna be that one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me

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ragesan:

Greed: The desire for material wealth or gain 
Hell’s Punishment: Boiled alive in oil.  

Gluttony: an inordinate desire to consume 
Hell’s Punishment: force-fed rats, toads, and snakes.

Wrath: manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury.
Hell’s Punishment: dismembered alive

Pride: the excessive belief in one’s own abilities.
Hell’s Punishment: broken on the wheel.

Lust: inordinate cravings for the pleasures of the body.
Hell’s Punishment: Smothered in fire and brimstone.

Sloth: the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.
Hell’s Punishment: thrown into snake pits.

Envy: the desire for others’ traits, status, abilities, or situation.
Hell’s Punishment: freezing water

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I love lipstick. I want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. I like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. I like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when I want to dress up my melancholy. I like sharing lipstick with sisters. and I laugh at boys that think I wear lipstick for them to notice, I laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. I like when I kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for Ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. I was six and I cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss. 

nomad manifesto

this is the most beautiful thing i have ever read

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Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids. 
—Gillian Flynn (via rabbitinthemoon)

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