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“Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.”

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Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth  (via thewaking)

Literally the most important thing you will read today.

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#staywoke

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A customer came in to Tim Horton’s today who looked like Jon Snow but had a Russian accent, and  I felt like I was talking to Dimitri Belikov. I think I instantly fell in love with him and now I want to reread the Vampire Academy novels all over again. If only I hadn’t rambled on like an idiot… oh well.

Why Women Can’t Believe They’re Beautiful

I saw this video on Facebook recently which had a woman trying to break women’s common thought that their body is not beautiful. I must admit, she made a good point, so much so that I believe her and agree. But then I thought harder about it and realized that it’s not just the individual that needs to change, but a whole society. I work at Tim Horton’s and as part of that job I have to wear a uniform which they provide. I am a size 16 pants (to Tim Horton’s anyway) and it took 2.5 days to get them to the store I work at, during which time I could not work and caused a lot of frustration for my supervisor. Now, you could imagine my distress when I actually wanted a size larger because I could not physically bend over in the pants without wanting to puke. But did I say anything? No. Why? Because I am embarrassed. It already took a lot of effort jus to get the size I have, but to ask for another size? that would take even longer, causing more frustration, and resulting in more embarrassment for me because I had been the source of it and have to admit that I am that big. We, the individual, are being unconsciously or unintentionally pressured by society in little ways like this to conform to very limited spectrum of what is acceptable and what is not, both in body and behavior. It is so deeply ingrained in our society that we don’t even realize when it’s being done to us, or worse: when we are doing it to others. We also have to stop saying things like “inner beauty” because that implies that their outer self is not beautiful. Instead we should just say ”you are beautiful” and not distinguish between inside or out. If women are to believe that they are beautiful, no matter what their size, then it is going to take a whole society to do it.

healthyspinach:

foreverrhapsody:

this, important information,

I am therefore a femimist

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parttimeperfectionist:

danisnotonfire:

This is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever admitted to on the internet. I talk to myself.

NEW VIDEO! please reblog this to help me out and i will stalk some of your blogs to say thanks :D

I definitely do this all the time oh my god. I have this really vivid memory from a couple of summers ago where I was riding my bike to a friend’s house and I started thinking about stories I wanted to tell her, then started saying them out loud to myself (pretty sure I did the laughing thing too), and then I look to my right and there were a bunch of guys who almost definitely heard me having a full on conversation with myself.

Nice to know I’m not as crazy as I thought. (or if I am, at least we’re all in it together)

I imagine scenarios sometimes (like the “what would I do if…” kind) and occasionally I end up talking out loud or laughing out loud and I get really self conscious. That’s why I love my iPod, because I can always just pretend it was a response to something I was listening to :P

magicalnaturetour:

Magic Forest by Elsie Enchanted

queenfattyoftherollpalace:

I don’t care how many times I’ve reblogged this 

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idealizable:

Sumatran Tiger by Mark Butcher on Flickr

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

idealizable:

Sumatran Tiger by Mark Butcher on Flickr

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,

In the forest of the night,

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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morkwalls:

writingfireandice:

volcanize:

This Explains Everything
I’m really proud of this one guys

WOW.

The most beautiful deconstruction of the ‘left brain” “right brain” stereotype that I’ve ever read. 

morkwalls:

writingfireandice:

volcanize:

This Explains Everything

I’m really proud of this one guys

WOW.

The most beautiful deconstruction of the ‘left brain” “right brain” stereotype that I’ve ever read. 

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