Finally finished knitting my friends wedding dress. I’ll post more pictures when we do the trial run with her hair done etc.
2,121,566 people are not Ashley and counting!
We’ll find you Ashley.
This post is scandalous.
reblogging because ashley cant.
If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Ashley.
I couldn’t not reblog…
hahah my best friend Ashley can’t reblog this
Graham Greene (via writingbox)
I paint to express emotion, I write to express thoughts.
I’ve finally started writing again. I’m not consistent. I’d love to say I write as much as I blog. Maybe soon I will. I can sit down and pay so much attention to Tumblr which means I have time for writing. Just not as much inclination. I think that given the right mindset (pun intended) I will actually accomplish this goal. Not every reader is meant to be a writer. I feel that I am. I have life goals. I don’t feel cut out for 9-5 jobs. I am an artist. I’m a struggling to pay the rent, odd job taking, artist but maybe that is because I am supposed to dredge up my old dream of becoming a writer when I grow up. How else do you give yourself the opportunity to make loads of money? Artists don’t tend to make real money until after they’re gone. I don’t want to be one of those people always struggling to get somewhere. I want to be one of the ones who’ve made it. (don’t we all) I am talented, I am intelligent, and I have plenty of angst to make a go of it. Not everyone can afford to buy my things even though they are reasonably priced. That’s what I get for starting down this road in a bad economy. I am told that I am a genius. I am praised for my style and ideas. By most standards I am supporting myself 50% art, 30% freelance/on call work, and 20% family giving me a deal on room and board. Where’s my retirement plan? I’m living on a dream. Someday somethings gotta give. I have ideas. I know I am meant for more. Otherwise what’s the point.
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
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.
I mean, he knew she was Cersei… lol
And the women were trained the exact same way as men were. As children they were equals ; they were not allowed to wear clothing until a certain age and at that point they were sent away to a training camp until they were 18. It was only the men who were sent into the wilderness for an extra two years to ensure their strength for battle.
Plus the women could marry whomever they pleased and the men weren’t allowed to live with the women in their house until she said so. And they were tough in Sparta but also all about family. To have male offspring was good luck, to have female offspring was an honour.
This part of the movie was true; King Leonidas really did kill a man because he insulted his wife and he always ensured that he had his wife’s approval. And while Leonidas was away in battle she did rule Sparta on her own.
Sparta knew what was up.
When Oscar Wilde was asked to list his 100 favourite books he said he couldn’t because “I have only written five”.
Don’t forget his famous last words:
“Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.”
You, I like.
Also “Be yourself, everyone else is taken.”
And “Sometimes I’m so clever I have no idea what i’m saying.”
"Whenever I feel like exercise, I lie down until the feeling passes"
I love how so many people have been confused and amused by that guy in the Sochi Olympics who was at the top of the slopestyle track during the men’s competition just casually knitting away
and it turned out to be Finland’s snowboarding coach.
yes okay but THE SNOWBOARDER IS HOLDING THE YARN FOR HIM
I am a traveling knitter. I put a ball of yarn in my pocket and knit on circular needles. I’m glad to see its taken off in such a big way.
This made our day
oh, what a perfect time for this to show up on my dash. sigh. okay. i won’t give up. yet…
Disneyland Disneyland Disneyland
Ain’t nothin gonna break my stride, nobody gonna slow me down whoa no I got to keep on movin