blaaargh: Royal Library, Old University, Coimbra, Portugal1716-1723 View high resolution

blaaargh:

Royal Library, Old University, Coimbra, Portugal
1716-1723

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I HEAR YA GURL

lgbtlaughs: [A short, five, panel comic. (Panel 1)Amina: Aww, c’mon princess, I just want to rescue you. (Panel 2)Rapunzel: Pfft, as if. Hundreds of princes said the same. They failed. (Panel 3)Rapunzel: What makes you think you can do it? (Panel 4) Amina: Because I am no prince. My name is Princess Amina… (Panel5) Amina: And I have a grappling hook. (Panel 5) Rapunzel: Ooh, sweet!] strangelykatie: mock-up of a princess vs princess page shoujo style spontaneous flowers GO View high resolution

lgbtlaughs:

[A short, five, panel comic. (Panel 1)Amina: Aww, c’mon princess, I just want to rescue you. (Panel 2)Rapunzel: Pfft, as if. Hundreds of princes said the same. They failed. (Panel 3)Rapunzel: What makes you think you can do it? (Panel 4) Amina: Because I am no prince. My name is Princess Amina… (Panel5) Amina: And I have a grappling hook. (Panel 5) Rapunzel: Ooh, sweet!]

strangelykatie:

mock-up of a princess vs princess page

shoujo style spontaneous flowers GO

(Reblogged from lgbtlaughs)
(Reblogged from lgbtlaughs)

Sex for Procreation

  • Morality Teacher: The church recognizes that sexuality is something you are born with, but the reason that gay sex is immoral is because sex is supposed to always to be open for procreation.
  • Me: But what about if a woman is born infertile, is it just crap luck and she can't ever have sex either?
  • Morality Teacher: That's a little different, as long as she's open with becoming pregnant then it would be open to procreation and therefore moral.
  • Me: What if a gay guy was totally okay and open to getting pregnant? It's just as likely and the exact same thing.
  • Morality Teacher: ....I don't know man
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We are fond of tracing the resemblance between Poetry and Painting, and, accordingly, we call them Sisters
Wordsworth (Preface to Lyrical Ballads)
growing-orbits: Cafe Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888 Van Gogh wrote about the Cafe Terrace at Night painting in a letter to his sister, saying “Here you have a night painting without black, with nothing but beautiful blue and violet and green and in this surrounding the illuminated area colors itself sulfur pale yellow and citron green. It amuses me enormously to paint the night right on the spot. Normally, one draws and paints the painting during the daytime after the sketch. But I like to paint the thing immediately. It is true that in the darkness I can take a blue for a green, a blue lilac for a pink lilac, since it is hard to distinguish the quality of the tone. But it is the only way to get away from our conventional night with poor pale whitish light, while even a simple candle already provides us with the richest of yellows and oranges.”

growing-orbits:

Cafe Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888

Van Gogh wrote about the Cafe Terrace at Night painting in a letter to his sister, saying “Here you have a night painting without black, with nothing but beautiful blue and violet and green and in this surrounding the illuminated area colors itself sulfur pale yellow and citron green. It amuses me enormously to paint the night right on the spot. Normally, one draws and paints the painting during the daytime after the sketch. But I like to paint the thing immediately.
It is true that in the darkness I can take a blue for a green, a blue lilac for a pink lilac, since it is hard to distinguish the quality of the tone. But it is the only way to get away from our conventional night with poor pale whitish light, while even a simple candle already provides us with the richest of yellows and oranges.”

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I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.
Donald Miller, To Own a Dragon: Reflections on Growing Up Without a Father (via johnjohnjohnjohnjohn)

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I can’t even View high resolution

I can’t even