“After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I’ll give you his head as well.” “Or maybe he’ll give me yours.”
This is going to be difficult and weird.
In which we talk about tumblr, basically.
An essay in two parts.
In the words of Stephen Fry, “it’s only ugly because it’s new and you don’t like it.”
Who are we to dictate who can identify as a feminist and who cannot?
War and couture.
Sophie wows us again with another ridiculously delicious recipe. Hhhnnnngggg.
Or: why a show about killing vampires makes me feel okay with the world.
Why do some people emanate power?