what use is the wind if you can't fly a kite?
EVERY TIME this crosses my dash I consider reblogging it because this is my life
oh same
I like how sympathetic Marge is.
i need Marge as my mom
BUT SHE’S FICTIONAL TOO *cries*
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ok what i want is a klondike bar commercial where they get like a 5 year old girl with pigtails jumping rope in a pink skirt and say ‘what would you do for a klondike bar’ and the girl stares at the camera and it zooms in really close and she whispers ‘id kill a man’
then at the end of the commercial there’s a flash of her eating a klondike bar.
And the camera is angled like it’s been dropped on the floor but is still recording.
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ithilienne asked: I like AHS, but be careful: if you have any triggers related to mental illness, suicide, or self-harm (S1), or homophobia, misogyny, abuses by the church, or mental health issues (S2), the show can be difficult or dangerous. I don't have any diagnosed disorders but I found S1 extremely difficult at times, and I could never watch the opening sequence for either season. That said, the show is really well done and terrifying. Good for psychological terror fans.
i’m a big, big fan of psychological thrillers/psy horror. LOVE the genre. fortunately i have little issue with those triggers (though i appreciate the warning) so i should be fine. :)
also, our houseghost was active this morning. so maybe it’s giving her some incentive to stick her head up and say hi from time to time. this is not a bad thing, unless she goes back to playing little tricks on me from time to time.
this show is amazeballs. i want that house. though i think our ghost would be upset if we left her in favor of other ghosts.
she’s very possessive.
Agreed. Highly agreed.
PREACH.
Troi and Guinan: essential members of the crew, despite what the idiots think.
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“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
