Léon Bakst (Russian, 1866-1924)
Elysium 1906
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Léon Bakst (Russian, 1866-1924)
Elysium 1906
You don’t have to fake orgasm to help your partner’s ego. The guy I lost my virginity to wrote a play about the experience, and the character based on me gave a monologue about how she regretted sleeping with him because no one else would ever be that good. So, yeah. Just tell him you didn’t cum.
Im sorry he wrote a fucking what
we train young girls to ignore their hunger, to walk and stand and sit like ladies, to paint over or cover their pimples and stretch marks and cellulite, and then we are shocked when they grow up and become women who are alienated from their own bodies
People can do this if they want but no one should be judged for not doing it
this is not an appropriate time for choice feminism.
What I mean is that girls can fill up and wear make up if they want but they should always remember to live the life they want and ember that no one has claim over their bodies other than them
and what i mean is that these behaviors are enforced as part of beauty rituals and “wanting” to engage in them arises not from some intrinsic desire on the part of the girl but from the social rewards she knows she will be deprived of if she eschews them; to frame any kind of female beauty ritual as “chosen” is to obscure the social forces creatig and enforcing it; these pressures are potent and not in need of reinforcement via choice feminism; and furthermore, the behaviors cited in this post are inherently unhealthy and really don’t have positive, fun aspects we ought to be encouraging.
“Girls can starve and hate themselves if they want, gawd”
Relatable lesbian mood of the day: making tiny little flick knives for the crows to utilise, showing the crows my powerpoint of which politicians to kill, making little jumpers (for the crows), showing the crows how to mask up, being lesbian married (by the crow pope)
I was with you until that last part. The implication that crows are Catholic is offensive
Crows don’t worship any god they can’t eat the corpse of, but if they find an *awesome hat* on top of some guy in Italy they’re gonna wear it and perform blasphemous religious services. That’s just nature.
Oh shit, you right
A huge part of catholicism is consuming the flesh and blood of christ. Now, crows don’t care for the other shit, but they can get in on tacky shiny religious paraphernalia and eating flesh, hence crow catholicism.
If crows are Catholic, does that mean the high and mighty religious leader is…
The Crow-pe?
here she is!! ordained, full of love, and ready to marry some lesbians, which is more than can be said for the human papacy.
No path can lead you there or back. You need to go alone.
a bird apartment
i miss the era where rapist and pedophile men were rounded up and slaughtered at a festival in honor of the goddess artemis, protector of girls
Let’s bring that back. How do we do that?
by rounding up all the rapist and pedophile men and slaughtering them at festivals in honor of the goddess artemis, protector of girls
can you imagine how freaky shark mermaids would be like unlike sharks, shark mermaids would have actual arms/hands and could rely on touching things with their hands to see if they’re prey rather than having to bite like sharks do. like youre just swimming in the ocean and suddenly you feel a strong grip on your leg, you freak the FUCK out because uh what????? the fuck??? youre swimming alone in the ocean??
a head pops out of the water, dorsal fin pointed from its back and it just points at you and says in a low whisper: “i thought you were a seal. please dont swim alone like this, im sorry i scared you i just wanted to see what you are” and then disappears back into the depth. what the fuck.
Title of this artwork is “Blood For Milk” …
It couldn’t be any more accurate…
Artist: ScreamingVegan ( on DeviantArt )
NOOoOOOOONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
omfh- o, my frail heart!
ftss- fetch the smelling salts
iatwbb- i await thee with bated breath
fw- forsooth, wherefore?!
aml- ay, my liege
“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure. The clitoris is simply a bundle of nerves: 8000 nerve fibres, to be precise. That’s a higher concentration of nerve fibres than is found anywhere else in the body, including the fingertips, lips, and tongue, and it is twice the number in the penis. Who needs a handgun when you’ve got a semiautomatic.” —Natalie Angier, Woman: An Intimate Geography artwork by Patrick Van der Elst
Owls are incredibly talented at the “butterfly” swimming stroke. They only practice occasionally, but in competition these birds far outrace their opponents.