LET ME JUST SAY
IF YOU DON’T ALREADY THINK THIS WOMAN IS AN AMAZONIAN PRINCESS
YOU ARE DOING IT TOO WRONG FOR WORDS.
Yeah, I’m pretty sick of that whole scene, honestly. I want to play wimpy coward loser boys and beefy, terrifying ladies.
I realized today, as I was trying to make a priest, that every single female character I have or could have is more powerful, more intelligent, more successful than every male character I have. I love me some boys, I definitely do, and my men aren’t all weak or big simpering kawaii buttboys. But they fuck up a lot. They make bad choices, they do bad things they think are good, they cry sometimes and they have problems they can’t fix.
My female characters towers over my males. Even my shortest, a farmgirl at 5’2”, can hurl most men over her shoulder. They’re tough as hell, they’re clever, they’re collected. That doesn’t mean they don’t fuck up, but they can find their way out of it. That doesn’t mean they don’t cry, but they wipe their tears and get over it. Because as much as I love and admire men, women to me - everything about them - is power. They give life, for fuck’s sake. They squeeze things that will be people one day out of their bodies, after feeding and carrying them for nine months. A woman is strength.
Too perfect not to be on here.. (x)
Can’t remember if I reblogged this before but this tattoo is the most beautiful thing and I want it.
You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.
In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.
Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.
People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.
You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.
At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.
|—||Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)|
And the Waltz Goes On - Anthony Hopkins
Sir Anthony Hopkins Hears The Waltz He Wrote 50 Years Ago For The First Time
Academy Award-winning actor Sir Anthony Hopkins was a musician before he got into acting. 50 years ago he wrote a waltz but was too afraid to ever hear it play. Dutch violinist André Rieu performs it for the very first time. Watch Hopkins’ reaction.
This is breathtaking, please listen to it
My best friend got this piece done yesterday. :-)
Its of a fox gazing up at the galaxy.
Done by Petra Hlaváčková
Guest Artist at Tattoolicious in Honolulu. She’s originally from the Czech Republic. My favorite tattoo artist of all time