A collection of thoughts and images.
Not mine unless specified or of my physical self.
Scorpio, sun; Capriorn, moon; Libra, rising;
Sagitarius, Venus; Cancer, Mars.
I've got a thing for all black everything, lace, the moon the stars the bird songs. For Disney, for quotes, for art and music, for body modifications, for nature and trees, for lights, for coffee, for tea, and for animals. For spooky shit (but not scary shit). For pictures that somehow capture how I feel by someone that will never meet me. (Universal connection, I have a thing for that too.)
For sex positive and body positive attitudes. For feminism, veganism, and for other things, as well, of course.
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This isn't a blog so much as it is a collection of beautiful things shared. Little simple pleasures. Tiny captured moments.
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One thing I really LOVE about Katara is that she’s a woman who really OWNS her anger.
Like, girls are taught to never get angry. Never be rude. Don’t yell. It makes you unlikable. It’s not lady-like.
And Katara just says fuck you to that. She’s sweet, and mothering, and caring, and nurturing almost all the time. But when she’s angry? She’s ANGRY. And she OWNS it.
She yells at people, she threatens people. Sometimes she’s vain and jealous on top of it all too, and she owns up to that. It takes a special kind of courage and strength to look someone in the eye and honest to god YELL at them.
Especially the fight above. Paku is an elder, a man in charge. He’s in a privileged position of power over her. And Katara doesn’t take that shit anyway.
God damn A+ Female empowerment right there.
8:20 pm • 25 May 2013 • 24,062 notes