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Allison Gross, Vernon Hill
Allison Gross, “the ugliest witch in the north country”, allured the hero into her bower and made violent love to him, offering him various rich gifts if he would be her true love. He repulsed her advances three times, and at the third refusal she blew on a grass-green horn, struck him with a silver wand and spun around three times muttering ill words, so that his strength failed and he fell senseless to the ground, transformed into “an ugly worm”. Eventually a fairy of the Seelie Court passes by and disenchants him.
[Katherine Briggs, A Dictionary of Fairies, 1977]
Allison Gross representin’.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/d4cd8d209d045f6fd185881f79f569bd/tumblr_mmjcu7wSIN1sqtd95o1_500.jpg)
Allison Gross, Vernon Hill
Allison Gross, “the ugliest witch in the north country”, allured the hero into her bower and made violent love to him, offering him various rich gifts if he would be her true love. He repulsed her advances three times, and at the third refusal she blew on a grass-green horn, struck him with a silver wand and spun around three times muttering ill words, so that his strength failed and he fell senseless to the ground, transformed into “an ugly worm”. Eventually a fairy of the Seelie Court passes by and disenchants him.
[Katherine Briggs, A Dictionary of Fairies, 1977]
Allison Gross representin’.
“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,
but
I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
and assure you that you’ll find your place,
it’s just
the world has a funny way of
hiding spots fertile enough for
bodies like yours to grow roots.
and
I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I
wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
and I would have wanted you to
give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you.
I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and you’re the only one that made that idea
less devastating.”
This poem is hitting particularly hard today.
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.
at this point if you already hadn’t dissolved into tears, you started now
Maybe I didn’t go for my father. Maybe what I really wanted was to prove that I could do things right. So that when I looked in the mirror, I’d see someone worthwhile.

Sokka: Okay, karma person or thing, whoever’s in charge of this stuff, if I can just get out of this situation alive, I will give up meat and sarcasm. Okay? That’s all I got! It’s pretty much my whole identity! Sokka, the meat and sarcasm guy! But I’m willing to be Sokka the veggies and straight talk fellow! …Deal?
In Japan, there are 3 ways to say “I love you”:
You say “Daisuki (大好き)” for the friends and person you like,
you say “Aishiteru (愛してる)” for a more serious relationship,
and you say “Koishiteru ( 恋してる)” to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
And they follow this rule. They preserve the meaning of ‘I love you’ and never lose its essence unlike us.
have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore
Requested Hulk as Harry Potter
i will never NOT reblog this omg
THE SORTING HAT
If ur white and have locs pls unfollow me cause ion got the time 2 put up with ur nonsense.
or how about dreads aren’t exclusive to POC seeing as the celts, scandinavians, vikings, and many biblical figures wore them as well. get your head out of your ass. you’re not a special snowflake.
The Celts and Scandinavians/vikings did not wear dreads (the celts limed their hair which is completely different from locking it, and both celts and scandinavians wore their hair long and braided which is also completely different from locking it, there is no definite evidence for either culture wearing locs), and the biblical figures were PoC and many of them may have had afro-textured hair. In fact, there is a line in the bible describing jesus as having hair “like wool”.
White-textured hair does NOT loc, it only mats, and trying to imitate black people’s locs is appropriative and racist because of the history of black people being dehumanized and mocked for the natural texture of their hair.
end of story.
EDIT: the closest non-black hairstyle to locs is jata which is matted hair worn by certain religious Indian men, and has a great religious significance in India and thus should not be appropriated by anyone else.
OOP
white people tried it
and they failed lol

Sometimes I wonder what I'll do...If I end up alone like this forever.
For the rest of my life.