Most of the time I was convinced that I’d lost it. There were other times I thought I was mainlining the secret truth of the universe.
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.
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For Women Whose Thighs Touch
They say you’re pretty for a fat girl
That you’d be gorgeous if you lost a little weight and
Maybe you shouldn’t eat that cookie.
But don’t consume their ideas that all women should have a thigh gap
Your touching thighs just bring you one step closer to being a mermaid
Hold a funeral for Barbie
Because it is a fact that if she was real she wouldn’t be able to stand up straight
And you don’t bend for anybody
I have been having a very hard time being ok with my body tonight.
I have been wanting to have no body at all.
I have been wishing to be small and hidden.
I have been feeling the need to disappear.
I got into bed and was going to take pictures of my body to be negative towards it…
but then I clicked this image and looked at it.
I saw sand dunes.
I saw nature.
I saw myself.
I am the Earth.
I am the Earth.
I am the Earth.
He did it. He actually managed to describe how it feels to live with depression and suicidal tendencies.
this is really, really important
This guy always manages to make me sob
"the raven" only its about macklemore. thanks for following my blog
once inside a thrift shop dreary, while i browsed there, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious greatcoat of forgotten bore—
while I nodded, puissance sapping, suddenly there came a yapping,
as of some one whitely rapping, rapping at my bargain store—
“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “rapping at my bargain store—
only this and macklemore.”
So, by now most of you have seen the picture of the fat woman with a large piece of wood sticking through her body saying she’s been impaled and the doctor saying she’d feel better if she lost weight, without even looking up from his clipboard. The…