ramblings-of-a-derelict-viking:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

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An important part of the courtship rituals of queer women
Having lifted her girlfriend up toward the moon in this fashion the romance can now proceed…

During my travels documenting and studying queer ladies around the world, I encountered a particularly interesting moonlit courtship ritual.
An American and Canadian towns married two local women in order to settle a feud. At first, nothing was out of the ordinary, the Canadian lifted the American up as she laid on her back against the sand.
Then the American started doing the Macarena on the Canadian’s feet while juggling coconuts and singing Ave Maria. I still think about it sometimes. Granted, I recently heard they’ve had three kids, but I still wonder… where did she get those coconuts?

THEY COULD BE CARRIED BY SWALLOWS

A SWALLOW CARRYING A COCONUT!?
Sam, I’ve encountered more than two hundred sapphic species that can migrate, more than 74 that can lift something several times their very small size, but there is no sapphic species in North America that has a special connection to swallows by which they can be asked to carry coconuts to a temperate zone, and don’t you dare say that coconuts migrate

CAN YOU PROVE THAT THEY DON’T THOUGH
Can anyone prove that they don’t O.O

Prove that coconuts migrate or prove that lesbians control swallows?

That coconuts don’t migrate O.O
Maybe they just do it in secret maybe the coconuts don’t want us to know…

Perhaps it were two swallows carrying it between them

ramblings-of-a-derelict-viking:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

themetaisawesome:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

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An important part of the courtship rituals of queer women

Having lifted her girlfriend up toward the moon in this fashion the romance can now proceed…

During my travels documenting and studying queer ladies around the world, I encountered a particularly interesting moonlit courtship ritual.

An American and Canadian towns married two local women in order to settle a feud. At first, nothing was out of the ordinary, the Canadian lifted the American up as she laid on her back against the sand.

Then the American started doing the Macarena on the Canadian’s feet while juggling coconuts and singing Ave Maria. I still think about it sometimes. Granted, I recently heard they’ve had three kids, but I still wonder… where did she get those coconuts?

THEY COULD BE CARRIED BY SWALLOWS

A SWALLOW CARRYING A COCONUT!?

Sam, I’ve encountered more than two hundred sapphic species that can migrate, more than 74 that can lift something several times their very small size, but there is no sapphic species in North America that has a special connection to swallows by which they can be asked to carry coconuts to a temperate zone, and don’t you dare say that coconuts migrate

CAN YOU PROVE THAT THEY DON’T THOUGH

Can anyone prove that they don’t O.O

Prove that coconuts migrate or prove that lesbians control swallows?

That coconuts don’t migrate O.O

Maybe they just do it in secret maybe the coconuts don’t want us to know…

Perhaps it were two swallows carrying it between them

this post is a wreck but I love it

latteinparis:

thedevilswaiting:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

Holy shit

Well shit man

(Source: erickavillongco, via ramblings-of-a-derelict-viking)

She was marrying a man who wouldn't let her dance thats such a beautiful sentence

neptunain:

i can only gauge the quality of a friendship based on how difficult it is for me to shoot the person when they’ve turned into a zombie

(via internetmessiah)

bewbin:

a few days ago my dad was talking about my hieght and weight and how ive gotten so big so he told me wrestle him to see if im stronger then him i said ” nah dad im too tired” and walked like two steps away turned around and tried to take him by surprise. my dad pushed my into a wall mid jump then leaned over me and said in a very strong indian accent “this my house”

(via joey-smith-universe)

ggaga:

i hate how you’re just born out of nowhere and you’re forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if i wanted to be a duck

(via miscaitlin)