This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
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I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right. Mr. Disney

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take a moment to reflect on this image of a prepubescent taylor lautner in a shark costume singing with sharks
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bell hooks, all about love: new visions (via ellesugars)
Reblogging for the women&femininity/gossip connection(!!), adding the caveat that “cultivating positive self-esteem” isn’t enough in this case because of external sexist double standards, etc etc etc.
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Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)
82 years later and it’s still relevant
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