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Henry Cavill | Behind The Scene In Style [Source via HCF]

05-23-13 ♥ 600 via → ruthgilmartin source: amancanfly

#who the fuck allowed this #henry cavill #this is a long post DEAL WITH IT

05-23-13 ♥ 2359 via → transmutes source: doughnutdisco

The Spanish men left babies right and left. When most of the indias had given birth to mixed-blood children, when all the lands had been divided, our labor shared out in the encomienda, and no more caciques went out to battle them, they said the people were gone. How could we be gone? We were the brown and olive and cream-colored children of our mothers: Arawak, Maya, Lucaya, stolen women from all the shores of the sea. When we cooked, it was the food our mothers had always given us. We still pounded yuca and caught crabs. We still seasoned our stews with ají and wore cotton skirts. When we burned their fields, stole their cattle, set fire to their boats, they said we were someone else. What was wrong with their eyes? We mixed our blood together like sancocho and calalú. But the mother things stayed with us.

Remedios: Stories of Earth and Iron from the History of Puertorriqueñas (via onthemargin)

05-23-13 ♥ 975 via → reclaimingthelatinatag source: onthemargin

#words #quotes #mannnnn #!!!!!

mercimonamie:

i fell in love with him like ketchup falls out of a bottle: slowly, and then all at once.

05-22-13 ♥ 78434 via → glassmenagerie source: mercimonamie

#perfect

naomiwarden:

According to my vast research, this is all you need to know about the British.

05-22-13 ♥ 26196 via → kaiidth source: naomiwarden

#accurate

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore (via coffeeurlgirl)

05-22-13 ♥ 21128 via → jaimelannister source: hahahanooope

#words #important things