The Cosmologist Mermaid
Jack's Deviantart
- Potato soup made with unpeeled red potatoes, leeks, vegetable broth, quite a lot of fresh parsley, mushrooms, onions, kale, and a pinch of yellow curry powder. Half & Half optional but extremely tasty.
- Slushie cocktails! My current favorite is semi-frozen cranberry + mango-orange juice with either a couple tablespoons of Taqueray Rangpur gin or quite a bit of cheap and delicious Madria Sangria Tradicionale.
- Pasta salad made with Annie’s White Cheddar & Shells macaroni, broccoli, fresh basil, rainbow bell peppers, shredded arugula, garlic, a hefty dose of black pepper, and purple onion. Is good both hot and cold. Milk-free variant: make with veggie rotini and add lemon juice.
- Spicy poached fish with a sauce made from yellow curry powder, sriracha, cumin, and garlic, cooked in white wine, olive oil, and lime juice. Is awesome with broccoli and tumeric-and-cilantro rice.
- I did not invent naan but I eat it basically every day now. Thank you, Indian culinary culture, in your infinite variety.
![projectunbreakable:
The poster reads:
“I hate you. Oh, fuck yes. God, I hate you.”(photographed with her current [and supportive] significant other. the poster is blocking it, but his arms are around her waist.)
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Photographed in Washington, DC on November 8th.
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This is me.
I’m turning 22 in a few days. The quote I’m holding is what my last boyfriend said to me over and over again as he raped me one last time, on my 18th birthday. Afterwards, when I left him, I threw up on his porch and walked half-dressed and without shoes into the cold, soft April evening, alone, feeling on fire with the power of claiming myself for me for the first time in four years of abusive relationships. I walked home. It was a long, long way, but I made it.
The man in the picture with me is David, my partner of three and a half years— we met that August in Philosophy class. He has been supportive, comforting, peaceful, and giving for every step of my journey. I told him what I’d been through a little after we met. I told him I was scared and that he would think I was disgusting. And then I told him, and he asked if it was okay if he held me, and he said “You’re so wonderful. You’re okay. We’re okay. You’re wonderful.” And he was right. I’m okay, mostly. Sometimes. But when I’m not, he’s there. And when I’m okay again, he’s still there. He hasn’t tried to fix me, or save me, or change me, because he knows that I am whole, do not need saving, and am an okay person as-is. He doesn’t struggle with my past. He just loves me, which is more than I ever imagined anyone would do before that night in April.
I was raped again in October of 2011. When my father told me not to tell my partner because “guys don’t want to know about all of that stuff” and that he wouldn’t want to know that I had “cheated on him”, I knew he was wrong. I felt, in a tiny part of me, peaceful. I knew that there wasn’t anything I couldn’t tell David. And the freedom and clarity of knowing that there was this one person I could tell gave me the courage to tell other people, and to be part of Project Unbreakable.
I’m okay, mostly. Sometimes. And I’m finding my voice.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/46343f8f78a29aedfda2cee70e26e04f/tumblr_mkbycduteK1r65rllo1_500.jpg)
The poster reads:
“I hate you. Oh, fuck yes. God, I hate you.”(photographed with her current [and supportive] significant other. the poster is blocking it, but his arms are around her waist.)
—
Photographed in Washington, DC on November 8th.
—
Click here to learn more about Project Unbreakable. (trigger warning)
Facebook, Twitter, submissions, FAQ, donate to Project Unbreakable, join our mailing list
This is me.
I’m turning 22 in a few days. The quote I’m holding is what my last boyfriend said to me over and over again as he raped me one last time, on my 18th birthday. Afterwards, when I left him, I threw up on his porch and walked half-dressed and without shoes into the cold, soft April evening, alone, feeling on fire with the power of claiming myself for me for the first time in four years of abusive relationships. I walked home. It was a long, long way, but I made it.
The man in the picture with me is David, my partner of three and a half years— we met that August in Philosophy class. He has been supportive, comforting, peaceful, and giving for every step of my journey. I told him what I’d been through a little after we met. I told him I was scared and that he would think I was disgusting. And then I told him, and he asked if it was okay if he held me, and he said “You’re so wonderful. You’re okay. We’re okay. You’re wonderful.” And he was right. I’m okay, mostly. Sometimes. But when I’m not, he’s there. And when I’m okay again, he’s still there. He hasn’t tried to fix me, or save me, or change me, because he knows that I am whole, do not need saving, and am an okay person as-is. He doesn’t struggle with my past. He just loves me, which is more than I ever imagined anyone would do before that night in April.
I was raped again in October of 2011. When my father told me not to tell my partner because “guys don’t want to know about all of that stuff” and that he wouldn’t want to know that I had “cheated on him”, I knew he was wrong. I felt, in a tiny part of me, peaceful. I knew that there wasn’t anything I couldn’t tell David. And the freedom and clarity of knowing that there was this one person I could tell gave me the courage to tell other people, and to be part of Project Unbreakable.
I’m okay, mostly. Sometimes. And I’m finding my voice.
Art done by Tyra White. Check out www.heavensigh.com for shirt.
(via bad-dominicana)
A gradient of my skin and hair colors, as sampled from daylight photos of me, from deep winter at the top to high summer at the bottom. Skin on the left, hair on the right.
That’s cool as hell.
Is there really a Shakespeare fandom or was I just lied to?
nope we exist
hello! :)
400 years and still going strong!!!
*does happy dance of existence*
ONE OF US. ONE OF US.
YOOOOOOOOOOO
The Chimney Sweep - Frans Wilhelm Odelmark
1880
Also titled: Ash covered man craps in chimney of oppressor.
A few more samples from my Lolita photo shoot the other day!
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Easter Egg Decorating!
If you’re in the mood to decorate this Easter, here are some of my favourite designs! The golden marbled and glitter polka dot ones are my absolute favourites. The initial ones would be great for place settings for Easter lunch and if you’re looking to go old school you should turn to Martha - that lady knows her way around a dyed egg!
Golden Marbled Easter Egg | She Knows
Egg Dyeing | Martha Stewart
poem from a million bears by spencer madsen
I WILL LOVE ON MY CAT MORE NOW
aaaannnnnnnd cue the tears because i miss my cat. :(
