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Imagine this:
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this:
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.

— 'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)

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Guess it’s true, I’m not good at a one-night stand.

Guess it’s true, I’m not good at a one-night stand.

I love this woman. Bourbon, coffee liqueur, baileys, walnut liqueur, orange twist. Up.

I love this woman. Bourbon, coffee liqueur, baileys, walnut liqueur, orange twist. Up.

spangefucker:

my hair is VERY soft and could EASILY be played with and you know how many people are playing with my hair??? zero

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I should have been in Seattle by now, cozied up with my dude, his pup and a glass of Fernet. But life is stupid and everything sucks so instead I’m gonna pout until I can go get drunk with my friend from work.
Fuck you, Friday.

I should have been in Seattle by now, cozied up with my dude, his pup and a glass of Fernet. But life is stupid and everything sucks so instead I’m gonna pout until I can go get drunk with my friend from work.

Fuck you, Friday.

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The romantic soulmate is only one aspect of this notion. 
     Never forget that. 


This is so so important. I have at least 4 already.

The romantic soulmate is only one aspect of this notion. 

     Never forget that. 

This is so so important. I have at least 4 already.

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I ain’t winning no one over, I wear it just for you.

I ain’t winning no one over, I wear it just for you.

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

— Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky (via silence-des-etoiles)

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