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nihtendo:

i want a video of all the tries it took to make this

i want a video of the second right after this shot was taken
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Six hundred goddamn AD

Six hundred. Goddamn AD.

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    “Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”

    Stevie Nicks is a queen, a witch, a dragon

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    • person: but what if your parents had aborted YOU
    • me: well okay for starters i wouldn't have been forced to hear that stupid ass comment you just made
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    If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.

    If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.

    If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.

    If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.

    If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

    If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.

    If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.

    If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.

    If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.

    And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.

    Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?

    Dolly Alderton  (via chocolatehighhh)

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