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lecinematheque:

Wadjda (2013) - dir. Haifaa Al-Mansour // Saudi Arabia

Sporting a majority female cast, Wadjda tells the story of a 10-year-old girl obsessed with idea of owning a beautiful green bike she find in a toy store, even though traditional customs frown upon the notion of girls riding bikes. Nevertheless, Wadjda convinces a neighbour boy to teach her to ride in secret and begins running various small-time scams at school to raise the money for the bicycle.

vibrant-nostalgia:

Island in the Sun (1957)
timetravelingscamp:

Today’s poem comes from one of our amazing followers, Hanah Ratzlaff @starry_vere who submitted her poem to us last week. Check her out.
"Our Refrain Blessings"
I recall a gravity  As old as the moon And the seas Two lovers who swoon But never meet She when she wanes He dies When he wakes She’ll rise Full and bright In her celestial body Just to hear his voice Beating against the brim What a cruel air In between That makes her a mistress And him a dream But, oh, how they sing To each other Just to feel One another’s Gravity
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onceuponawildflower:

imadopted:

Mapping out the next day’s adventure.

My dream.
living-so-reckless:

Been thinking ‘bout a million 💎😎

francesfarmerr:

minnesoulta:

it’s doing the right thing, but it’s just the wrong light.

I did the same thing after having a drunken conversation with a friend about moths and their love for light.

athyriumotophorum:

My moss terrarium that I made with my Grandmother’s old tea kettle that she gave to me. In the terrarium are mosses, grasses, rocks, and clovers. One clover decided to sprout through the spout :)

pennylessproud:

"Hi, this is Nev and I’m from a show called Catf-"

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misswallflower:

by Laura Leal 
medievalpoc:

the-history-of-fighting:

Dahomey’s Warrior Women

Speaking of West Africa, the Dahomey Warrior Women involves a fascinating history that spans nearly 200 years. It was during this time that the elite squad of female warriors fought and died for the border rights and inter-tribal issues in the ancient kingdom of Dahomey.
These women, who outranked their male counterparts, were given far more privileges, including the ability to  come and go from the palaces as they pleased (unlike the men). They were so revered for their warrior prowess, The Smithsonian explains, that men were taught to keep their distance:
“Recruiting women into the Dahomean army was not especially difficult, despite the requirement to climb thorn hedges and risk life and limb in battle. Most West African women lived lives of forced drudgery. Gezo’s female troops lived in his compound and were kept well supplied with tobacco, alcohol and slaves – as many as 50 to each warrior, according to the noted traveler Sir Richard Burton, who visited Dahomey in the 1860s. And “when amazons walked out of the palace,” notes Alpern, “they were preceded by a slave girl carrying a bell. The sound told every male to get out of their path, retire a certain distance, and look the other way.” To even touch these women meant death.”
Yet as colonialist ambitions grew in the region, the Dahomey female warriors eventually grew sparse. Fierce combat missions to crush the independent kingdom eventually succeeded, and in the 1940s, it is said that the last of the female warriors died.
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I’ve posted about this incredible military force for 1800s Week previously, and you can read more about women warriors of color in this Masterpost. There’s also Amazons of Black Sparta: The Women Warriors of Dahomey by Stanley B. Alpern.

shaefierce:

Counting down Scotland to six weeks now. Hope my photographs are anything close to this beautiful. Finally shipped my friend in Montana back her pro camera and after much deliberation over the Iceland outtakes, I have decided to jump into the deep end and buy my own pro pack for travel photography. Thinking a Mark III. I can’t just up and skip off to Scotland without one, now can I? No. The home in the first image is basically my dream home. I might not come back to the States. I might leave my life for that of a Scottish rancher instead.