renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy? renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy? renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy? renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy? renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy?

renellaice:

magnificentlyobsessed:

Tony Goldwyn by Jill Greenburg

ily

am i the only person who thinks he kinda looks like a ken doll, and finds that creepy?

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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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(via totestola)

Q

Anonymous asked:

You haven't been posting as much hip hop stuff lately as you used to do but I'm curious about one question - Nicki Minaj or Iggy Azalea?

A

deadpresidents:

I don’t know what you’re asking me to do. All you did was throw out the names of two human beings and expect me to just make some magical connection or infer the intent of some question that you didn’t even ask. This is where I answer questions, not decipher what the questions might be.

I do know one thing is certain. I know that you’re not asking me to compare Nicki Minaj and Iggy Azalea as MCs. I know that you’re not asking that of me because I don’t have stupid readers and that would easily be the dumbest question that I’ve ever been asked.

Nicki Minaj is an MC. Nicki Minaj is a rapper. Nicki Minaj is a hip-hop artist. Nicki Minaj is all of those things (and many other things, too), and I know that you are not comparing her with Iggy Azalea, or asking me to compare them. Because Nicki Minaj is all of those things, and Iggy Azalea is none of those things.

The only similarities between what these two women do is that they make noises with their mouths into microphones and people give them money and recognition for doing so. But one of them also gets — I’m sorry, one of them “earns” respect. And one of them is just on TV and the radio constantly.

Nicki Minaj is a hip-hop artist, a rapper, an MC. Iggy Azalea is not. Iggy Azalea is a performance artist, and that’s the choice that she made and the choice that millions of people seem to support, just like millions of people supported performance artists like Bozo the Clown or Gallagher or Al Jolson. There are many performance artists in the world and many of them work hard. Some of them are talented and some of them are terrible. Some performance artists are respectful, culturally significant, and can be educationally important; some performance artists are offensive, either purposely or cluelessly ignorant, and, quite frankly, in certain cases, seem to be just a can of shoe polish away from performing in blackface.

Nicki Minaj is a hip-hop artist; Iggy Azalea is a performance artist. They do not do the same thing and they certainly are not at the same level. One of them does not deserve to be compared to the other or use the word “realest” in reference to herself. And, to be honest, one of them has fans who should be embarrassed for allowing music they think is catchy to blind them to blatant and shameful cultural appropriation.

This isn’t my area of expertise, though, so what do I know? I’m just a guy with opinions who knows hip-hop when he sees or hears it, and likes to think that authenticity is one of the most important factors behind making a hip-hop artist a hip-hop artist.

*snaps for deadpresidents*

“Let me tell you: one day you will renounce your exile, and you will go back home, and your mother will take out the finest china, and your father will slaughter a sprightly cockerel for you, and the neighbours will bring some potluck, and your sister will wear her navy blue PE wrapper, and your brother will eat with a spoon instead of squelching rice and soup through the spaces between his fingers. And you, you will have to tell them stories about places not-here, about people that soaked their table napkins in Jik Bleach and talked about London as though London was a place one could reach by hopping onto an Akamba bus and driving by Nakuru and Kisumu and Kakamega and finding themselves there.
You will tell your people about men that did not slit melons up into slices but split them into halves and ate each of the halves out with a spoon, about women that held each other’s hands around street lamps in town and skipped about, showing snippets of grey Mother’s Union bloomers as they sang:
Kijembe ni kikali, param-param
Kilikata mwalimu, param-param
You think that your people belong to you, that they will always have a place for you
in their minds and their hearts. You think that your people will always look forward to your return.
Maybe the day you go back home to your people you will have to sit in a wicker chair on the veranda and smoke alone because, although they may have wanted to have you back, no one really meant for you to stay.”

Caine Prize Winner Okwiri Oduor’s My Father’s Head 

(via franticcurls)
psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :) psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :) psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :) psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :) psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :) psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :)

psychedelicpink:

I already miss this show :( despite it’s crap ending

I actually love this song :)

zebablah:

taintedthought:

Shingai Shoniwa 

who is her hairstylist thoi’m so stressed

can we switch places for the summer?

zebablah:

taintedthought:

Shingai Shoniwa 

who is her hairstylist tho

i’m so stressed

can we switch places for the summer?

(via totestola)

leawrences:

DIE MANNSCHAFT - FIFA WORLD CUP CHAMPION 2014

so sue me. i love the german team. leawrences:

DIE MANNSCHAFT - FIFA WORLD CUP CHAMPION 2014

so sue me. i love the german team.

leawrences:

DIE MANNSCHAFT - FIFA WORLD CUP CHAMPION 2014

so sue me. i love the german team.

This song is giving me life.

I just don’t want to do my work, stress leave me alone.