Where fun comes to die.

rosiesays:

Oppression is cooking being “women’s work,” while the overwhelming majority of top restaurant chefs are male.

Oppression is fashion being a “silly girl thing,” while the top earning designers and CEOs in fashion are male.

Oppression is reducing women to consumers profiting a male system, even in fields that we supposedly dominate.

(Source: regular-snowflake)


chanelcries:


Rene Magritte, The Lovers, 1928
Magritte’s mother was a suicidal woman, which led her husband, Magritte’s father, to lock her up in her room. One day, she escaped, and was found down a nearby river dead, having drowned herself. According to legend, 13 year old Magritte was there when they retrieved the body from the river. As she was pulled from the water, her dress covered her face. This later became a theme in many of Magritte’s paintings in the 1920’s, portraying people with cloth covering their faces.

This is fucking sad
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chanelcries:

Rene MagritteThe Lovers, 1928

Magritte’s mother was a suicidal woman, which led her husband, Magritte’s father, to lock her up in her room. One day, she escaped, and was found down a nearby river dead, having drowned herself. According to legend, 13 year old Magritte was there when they retrieved the body from the river. As she was pulled from the water, her dress covered her face. This later became a theme in many of Magritte’s paintings in the 1920’s, portraying people with cloth covering their faces.

This is fucking sad

(Source: soulstudy)


charminglyantiquated:

okay listen up motherfuckers because I am going to tell you a story.

everyone on tumblr is inordinately fond of bad taxidermy for no discernible reason so of course we have all seen some of the all-stars in that category and I am no exception

and one day my swedish host parents take me to the national portrait museum, which is this tiny little castle full of portraits, because what did you fucking expect

answer: I did not expect to find a long passageway on the top floor leading to a dusty attic room, and staring through the dusty haze, I could see this majestic son of a bitch:

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and I knew what I’d find. I knew.

as I drew closer my host mom said in this tiny voice full of shame, ‘oh. that’s the … lion’

and the doubt in her voice was well deserved because it has a kingly profile but the poor fucker was stuffed by a man who had never seen a lion before and the end result is this:

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(I found it in a better light on google)

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so basically I spent the rest of the day bursting into peals of slightly hysterical laughter because the entire country is so ashamed of this goddamn thing that they shoved it away in the attic like your mother’s old eighties sweaters and tried to forget it ever happened without actually throwing it out, because that would be rude.