I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
Loved this movie.
africa
does not need your tears
or
your prayers
or
your money,
or
your t-shirts,
or
your telethons,
or
your hands ever so lovingly placed
on her buttocks.
your mouth at her breasts.
your fists in her eyes.
she wants you to stop pissing in her face
and
calling it water.
she wants you to leave.
she is the cradle of civilization
and
you hate that.
but,
one day
you will reap
what
you have sown. (there’s a little bible reference for you.)
That is deep.
LOOK AT MY NEW BEDROOM DOOR
WHAT THE HONEST HECKAROO MENA YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THIS COOL
Dear Mena, Can I have this? Love Stephanie
GIVE US THE DOOR MENA, GIVE US THE DOOR
You better listen to us Mena. James and I are in a gang. And we’ll take you out…
To a nice dinner then never call you back. >:)
The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.
The artwork is too great not to reblog.
Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.
That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.
One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Hans Christian Andersen wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.
I want this painted on my wall.
goddammit Arthur you said I was the apple of your eye
This image is a physical representation of what using modern slang in a medieval AU fic does.
This is absolutely stunning, and who ever designed this magnificent dress, My entire Hat collection off to you!
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