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Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.




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Though we slipped apart like sunlight through the leaves,the promise of love will live on eternally.

Though we slipped apart like sunlight through the leaves,
the promise of love will live on eternally.




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thorinthesassmaster:

I love the Eurovision because the rest of Tumblr just sits around in various states of confusion and Europe is just like

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This year again I’ll work with the bagadoù and co during the interceltic festival.

Brace yourself for a lot of amazing pictures

and F E E L S




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Festi’deiz e Gwened (miz Imbril 2014)




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pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014




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Oeuvres militantes




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The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves. The other bore leaves of a young green like the new-opened beech; their edges were of glittering gold. Flowers swung upon her branches like clusters of yellow flame, formed each to a glowing horn that spilled a golden rain upon the ground; and from the blossom of that tree there came forth warmth and a great light.




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Look for me... beneath the tree.