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I've got sense this of urgency under my skin, like I'm a dog gone mad at the constriction of a too tight collar. Seeing as I don't know how to stop beyond a dog, how to evolve thumbs and loosen the noose, I try making things and tasting things and seeing things in the hope that someday something will cut the collar. Until then I'll at least enjoy some pleasant distractions. This blog is to document my adventures and interests, including travel, vegetarian and GF cooking, health, human rights, art and anything I adore at the moment.
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Artichoke

The Experience is an artichoke:

Standing in the kitchen,

Buzzing like the microwave

Cooking the prehistoric globe.

In my hand one stem, a knife

And water droplets;

The stem is halved

The knife sliding into my thumb

The water disbursed.

White teeth seek out

Inner stem, bitter and soft—

But the tongue finds

A modern warmth

In gushes of red.

Standing in the kitchen:

With sour lips

Having found a salted sweet

Cooking the prehistoric globe. 

ladyloki291:

justin-john:

wtfhistory:

theshewomanboyhatersclub:

jesuisuneetoile:

THIS IS MARRIAGE!!

Thats right!

Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.

He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”

Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.

I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT

LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.

In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.

Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.

Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT. 

Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.

FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.

^^ I throughly enjoyed the history lesson dashed with the colorful adjectives.

This. Is. Glorious!

Trying to get back to drawing.

Africa, Europe and Asia on my nails :)

Violence was not our intention; we simply found ourselves with claws &a desire for closeness.

Veganized midnight snack :)

John Green's tumblr: Were I Not Frail and Half Broken Inside 

fishingboatproceeds:

Were I not frail and half broken inside,
I wouldn’t be thinking of them, who are, like me, half broken inside.
I would not climb the cemetery hill by the church
To get rid of my self pity.
Crazy Sophies,
Michaels who lost every battle,
Self-destructive Agathas
Lie under crosses with their dates of…

(*) The Only Magic Left is Art: It's okay. 

theoriginsofus:

It’s okay to sit
mulling over situations in your head
that even if you do not find the answer
atleast for today you have found something
you can do
whether it be
the dishes in the kitchen sink
or getting out of bed
just to take a shower
or perhaps you have found…

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