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“Yes. the past can hurt. But the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it.”

The Lion King (1994) dir. Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff

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all those days chasing down a daydream all those years living in a blur all that time never truly seeing things, the way they were now she’s here shining in the starlight now she’s here suddenly I know if she’s here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go

TANGLED 2010 | dir. Byron Howard & Nathan Greno

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I was commissioned by @beatrice1979a to color her beautiful illustration based on a scene in Frozen 2 Forest of Shadows

#so good

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I periodically feel so fucking sad for women in history. I feel like birth control in countries where it is widely used has made women forget an aspect of male cruelty and sociopathy that is now less apparent (giving the illusion that men have improved when only women’s defences against men have)—the fact that for most of history men could live with a woman for decades and not care that they were slowly killing her with endless back-to-back pregnancies which not only resulted in early death more often than not, but also in a total smothering of the woman’s spirit and talents. I saw a quote by Anne Boyer the other day that called straight relationships for women “not only deadly, but deadening”—as I was reading Jill Lepore’s Book of Ages, a biography of Benjamin Franklin’s sister Jane, who was bright and loved reading and wrote some poetry, but had little time to make anything of her life in between her 12 pregnancies. Benjamin Franklin’s mother had 10 sons and 7 daughters. What could they possibly accomplish when their husbands kept impregnating them year after year after year throughout their entire adult life? 

Charlotte Brontë eschewed marriage longer than most (writing to Ellen Nussey that she wished they could just set up a little cottage and live together) but she finally married at 38, became pregnant, and died before her 39th birthday. If she had married younger would Jane Eyre exist? I was reading that biography of Charity & Sylvia last month and comparing their life together in their little cottage to the life of their married female relatives, which was honestly hell on earth. One of Charity’s sisters had 18 children. Charity’s mother had 10 living ones, and probably some additional stillbirths. She gave birth to her first child age 19, in 1758, then to a pair of twins in 1760, then another child in 1761, another in 1763, another in 1765, another in 1767, another in 1769, another in 1771, another in 1774, another in 1777. Charity was the last child and her mother had been sick with tuberculosis for months when she became pregnant with her, and she died soon after giving birth.

I wish people would call this murder—this woman was murdered by her husband, like countless other women who do not ‘count’ as victims of male violence because straight sex is natural, pregnancy is natural, childbirth is natural. But when after 20 years of nonstop pregnancies this woman had tuberculosis and suffered from severe respiratory distress, severe weight loss, fever and exhaustion, and her husband impregnated her again, her death was expected. He must have known; he just didn’t care. This woman’s sister—Charity’s aunt—remained a spinster and outlived all of her married sisters by several decades, living well into her eighties. (Ironically, male doctors in her century asserted that sex with men was necessary for women’s health. The biographer quoted from a popular home health guide which said that old maids incurred grievous physical harm from a lack of sex with men.) And this aunt had the time and liberty to develop her skill for embroidery to such an extent that two museums still preserve her embroidered bed drapes. She accomplished something, she nurtured her talent and self. Her name was also Charity, and I find it interesting that Charity’s mother named her last daughter, whose pregnancy & birth killed her, after her childless, unmarried sister.

When I see women reblog my post about Sophia Tolstoy’s misery with her 13 children, adding comments like “thank god marriage is no longer synonymous with this”, I wonder if they realise that men have not magically become any kinder or more concerned about their female partner’s health and fulfillment, it’s just that women now have access to better ways of protecting themselves from their male partner’s indifference to their health and fulfillment.

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Quick Anna sketch

#😻😻😻😻 #love this #its soooo good #shes so pretty #and the FLOWERS #🥺 #dreamy

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very controversial statement for tumblr but sometimes when I read books or watch movies I enjoy them

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i think “i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me/but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come” is the best way taylor has described this specific relationship in all three albums about it to-date 

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everyday i am reminded that mr krabs and king frederic have the same va (thank u to @smileyystickers for this wonderful quote)

its a shitty ms paint doodle but i had to make it i had to

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this game really hits u when u most need it 🥺

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life is so boring without seeing my friends

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I’ve been looking out the window for eighteen years. Dreaming about what it would feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything that I dreamed it would be?

Tangled (2010) dir. Nathan Greno, Byron Howard

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SURVIVED ALL THAT RAW SEX JUS TO DIE FROM UNPROTECTED HANDSHAKES

#im #dintbyhegev #SCREAMING #literally choked

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gloves