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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou (Still I Rise)

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


For all the kids fighting for a better tomorrow. [Listen]


In February 1935, a chimpanzee at London Zoo called Boo-Boo gave birth to a baby daughter. A couple of months later, a little blonde-haired girl was given a soft-toy replica of the zoo’s new arrival to mark her first birthday. This was Jane Goodall’s first recorded encounter with a chimp.

It’s on netflix
A crucial component of any recommendation  (via gingerthon)





Abraham Lincoln used to wear these adorable goat slippers around the White House. Isn’t that just charming?

Side note: they’re a size 14. At 14, those goats are practically life-sized.

Historically, I didn’t think Lincoln could have been any more of a dork than I had already made him out to be. I was wrong.

ps this is amazing

I now must make goat slippers. I need them. I want them. I wanna be COOL like #16


make me choose:
queenmorganah asked: good!Morgana or evil!morgana







After a 20-minute flight over the city of New York, Stephen Wiltshire, diagnosed with autism, draws the whole town with only his memory.

i never stoop being amazed by this guy




yall telling me this motherfucker can memorizing the entire layout of new fucking york with only 20 minutes and I can’t remember whats the name of the sandwich that I liked from subway


"So big they dragged behind me when I walked, and they were strong. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds. They never faltered, not even once. I could trust them."

I love you too, Amy, more than anyone else on earth…just not like that.

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22 years ago today. 22 years ago today, a boy named Harry Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express. 22 years ago today, Ron Weasley asked if he could sit in Harry’s compartment. 22 years ago today, Hermione Granger asked they if they saw Neville’s toad. 22 years ago today, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sorted into Gryffindor. 22 years ago today, the golden trio met.
I’m not a fan of people and society policing women’s sexuality. I think it’s nice for girls to see an array of different women expressing their sexuality in lots of different ways. I don’t see how that element of pop music is really that harmful.
Emily Browning when asked about “raunchy” stars like Miley Cyrus, Rihanna, and Lady Gaga (via emilybrowningfans)