imsirius:

itsmeagan:

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 Anderson 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.

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One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
The Tracey Fragments (2007)

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thetailgatetramp:

wefellinlove:

mrmosbyisgettingtiredofyourshit:

Post it notes from a stay-at-home dad

(part 1)

This is adorable.

Parenting done right

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hellbred:

perfect body.

hellbred:

perfect body.

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thefrogman:

Daisy by Ben Torode [flickr]

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soulsistalesbo:

Mmm berries

soulsistalesbo:

Mmm berries



I binge when I’m depressed – no surprise. I binge in order not to feel the things that I ought not to feel, like sadness, anger, and humiliation. But I also binge in order not to feel the things that I don’t deserve to feel, like joy, love, and pride. I don’t need anyone to tell me that I’m embarrassing and ugly, that I should not be seen in public, that I don’t deserve respect or love, and that everyone is allowed to hate me because I’m disgusting. I’m unattractive. I’m unfuckable. I know that. I have believed that in my very soul.

I binge so that I don’t have to feel anything.


poweur:

sobizarre:

s-ukino:

lrrationality:

new favourite poem. this is so powerful.

this is so beautiful. 

This. Oh my God.

i love this

poweur:

sobizarre:

s-ukino:

lrrationality:

new favourite poem. this is so powerful.

this is so beautiful. 

This. Oh my God.

i love this

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