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nunubunkie:

kellysue:

kittydoom:

From Jean Paul Gaultier’s Spring 2010 Haute Couture Collection

Warrior fashion, runway style.

need it

Via The Queero of Time
2 hours ago | 81 notes

Because Mystrade is like a tea that you don’t expect to be really strong and it is and it shocks you but it’s delicious and you can’t stop drinking despite the fact that the flavor is potent and the temperature is scalding.

- asteeperdrop on Mystrade feels hitting you like a ton of bricks (via theoriginalspike)
Via Do Feed the Starving Artist
3 hours ago | 421 notes

What I really want is to do this pregnancy in private. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. I do, sometimes. But I want complete control over those conversations: who I talk to about it and when, what direction the dialogue takes. In our society, pregnant women are public property. Non-pregnant women are fast becoming public property, too. I’m not interested in being part of that. It’s making me want to wall myself off completely until I’m not pregnant anymore. Maybe even longer if politics keep moving the direction they are.

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On Pregnancy And Privacy And Fear 

*Not just women, but this was an incredible article.

(via becauseiamawoman)

Via STFU, Conservatives
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pwennies:

whatisagorman:

for those not familiar with norse mythology, our bud loki once turned into a mare and got sexed by a giant stallion named svathilfari and produced sleipnir, an 8-legged horse

he also did it with a giant and she had three children- A giant fucking snake, A giant fucking dog, and an zombie chick

He’s very open-minded.

Or very open-legged.

wh

whoever made this, i love you.

VERY OPEN-LEGGED.

Livin’ la vida Loki.
Via Everything you were too afraid to ask