the-quasar-hero:

stone-monkey:

the-quasar-hero:

My job is to drill the holes in crackers, it’s hard work but someone gotta do it.

You talking about the food product or white people?

Yes

hypnictwitch:

madmaudlingoes:

tygermama:

penfairy:

why DO teenage girls go through a witch/occult phase? I had tarot cards and a spellbook and I knew a group of girls who messed with ouija boards and another who had ghost hunting equipment. “oh yeah Cindy’s just going through that girly phase where she tries to raise the dead.”

theory - we want power and know our culture doesn’t want to give us any?

Addendum: witches are one of the few cultural figures of female empowerment that don’t derive their power from their relationship to a man.

Galaxy brain: all women have suppressed magic inside them waiting to be unleashed

frankiewolf-aint-no-idjit-idjit:

muirin007:

We think history is so far removed from us, but sometimes I’m reminded how very close we are to each other on the timeline.

My paternal grandfather was born in 1906 (I have older parents). He and my grandmother came through Ellis Island.

My vocal coach’s grandparents survived the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake and fire. 

My great-grandfather lived to the age of 106. He often spoke of how strongly he remembered his nursemaid’s taffeta skirts rustling as she walked when he was a child. He was born in the 1870s. My grandmother recorded him on video in the 1980s talking about those Victorian bustle skirts he grew up with.

On my mother’s side, we tracked down a marriage record for her 17th-century English ancestors, their signatures still crystal-clear and confident on the yellowed parchment. The church where they were married still stands in London.

Samuel J. Seymour was born in 1860 and at age five, he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Almost 100 years later, at age 96, he went on live television and recounted his firsthand account of the death of the president. You can watch the interview here.

The last survivor of the sinking of the Titanic, Millvina Dean, died in 2009. 

The oldest person ever, Jeanne Calment, lived to age 122. She died in 1997 after recording a pop album, the same year The Spice Girls were topping the charts; but she remembered that as a child, Vincent Van Gogh once visited her father’s paint shop. 

It’s easy to think of history as abstract, black and white, theoretical. But do some digging–you’ll probably find that it’s within arm’s reach.

Dude i got through all these but that last one fuck me up

fizzy-dog:

killjoysmakesomefuckingnoise:

i could have been stanning mcr in 2007 when they were at their PEAK but nooo i was wasting time learning how to READ

there are literally no words to describe how old this post makes me feel