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Aug
23rd
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Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.

Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via thewaking)

Literally the most important thing you will read today.

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#staywoke

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Aug
22nd
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abigaillarson:

New fairytale prints are available in my shop, and there’s free shipping (OMG!) until the 13th! 

abigaillarson:

New fairytale prints are available in my shop, and there’s free shipping (OMG!) until the 13th! 

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Aug
19th
Tue
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Red cheeks, cross legged, angry.
Throat clenched, mascara dripped, hysterical.
I have not left my apartment in two days.
When the pizza delivery man came to my door,
I had already thought up five ways to scream
for help before my fingers reached the knob.
This is causal. This is expected of me.
When I walk home alone after dark
I am considered irresponsible, a moving target.
My family gave me a pink kitty keychain that
could rip through a grown mans liver
as a departing gift when I left for college.
Even when defending myself I must still be a lady.
Over dinner many nights, too many, my father
watches hockey fights and reminds me to always
go for the groin. He says it is “their only weak spot.”
I want to vomit into my mashed potatoes, I agree instead.
No longer do I want to be polite.
No longer do I want to have the choice of ten different
iPhone apps to call for help when I will eventually be raped.
In health class, we are taught that one in six women will
have no voice, no mercy, no decision.
Boys, always asked what girls do at sleepovers,
out of a learned flirtation we keep silent.
The truth is that we stay up swapping war stories.
We are the losing half of history.
Red eyes, fists clenched, angry.
— b.e.fitzgerald | My manifesto (via kharon)

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If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
— David Levithan, Every Day (via quotethat)

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beepony:

alicia-mb:

Just one of those things that I always wondered about. Stags and otters are all very well, but what if you end up with a tiny chameleon or giant blue whale? I mean, it could be a giant tub of nutella…

Anyway, so glad I got around to doing this pic -drawing the less attractive animals was awesome.

Popped it up on Redbubble because they have tote bags and cushions now which is just wow - can grab it also on cards or posters - check it out here!

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Aug
18th
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The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via theblackquill)

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harrietheath:

Bright eyes Flash. Come get them done by me! Harriet Heath.

harrietheath:

Bright eyes Flash. Come get them done by me! Harriet Heath.