she is definitely Snakes

You could pretend that Guenever was a sort of man-eating lioncelle herself, or that she was one of those selfish women who insist on ruling everywhere. In fact, this is what she did seem to be to a superficial inspection. She was beautiful, sanguine, hot-tempered, demanding, impulsive, acquisitive, charming - she had all the proper qualities for a man-eater. But the rock on which these easy explanations founder, is that she was not promiscuous. There was never anybody in her life except Lancelot and Arthur. She never ate anybody except these. And even these she did not eat in the full sense of the word. People who have been digested by a man-eating lioncelle tend to become nonentities - to live no life except within the vitals of the devourer. Yet both Arthur and Lancelot, the people whom she apparently devoured, lived full lives, and accomplished things of their own.
She lived in warlike times, when the lives of young people were as short as those of airmen in the twentieth century. In such times, the elderly moralists are content to relax their moral laws a little, in return for being defended. The condemned pilots, with their lust for life and love which is probably to be lost so soon, touch the hearts of young women, or possibly call up an answering bravado. Generosity, courage, honesty, pity, the faculty to look short life in the face - certainly comradeship and tenderness - these qualities may explain why Guenever took Lancelot as well as Arthur. It was courage more than anything else - the courage to take and give from the heart, while there was time. Poets are always urging women to have this kind of courage. She gathered her rose-buds while she might, and the striking thing was that she only gathered two of them, which she kept always, and that those two were the best.

T.H. White on Guenever, The Ill-Made Knight

(via theonceandfuture-arthur)

thestandrewknot:

John Galliano Autumn/Winter 2009-2010, photographed by Markus Bollingmo.

Nicki Minaj for ‘Fader Magazine’ (behind the scenes)

SEUNGAH // MONDAY BLUES

The road is long.The path uncertain.For so many of us, the journey is one of solitude.We tell ourselves we must walk this arduous road alone.Face whatever comes, no matter how terrible.Some of us call on angels to spread their wings and protect us.Others long to see the path, hoping they will come to know the way through the Lord’s nourishment.What if we are shown the way? Will we continue on this road, alone, blind, and afraid? Or will we have the strength to follow his path?

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deerypoof:

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

I don’t know what I was expecting but this was so much better than that

Asajj Ventress demonstrates the proper way to deal with sleazy men.

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