If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
If you’re going to stab someone you have to either say “I am no man.” or “The Lannisters send their regards.” sorry I don’t make the rules.
Girl, an ongoing series
by Lora Mathis
last one. added another pic to the series. worried about it being too cis and making it seem like I am promoting exclusionary feminism! Lemme know what you think. Hopefully as I add more pics it won’t be centered around vaginas
holy shit. thanks for blowing this up, you beautiful daffodils
“ Patsey was slim and straight. She stood erect as the human form is capable of standing. There was an air of loftiness in her movement, that neither labor, nor weariness, nor punishment could destroy. Truly, Patsey was a splendid animal, and were it not that bondage had enshrouded her intellect in utter and everlasting darkness, would have been chief among ten thousand of her people. She could leap the highest fences, and a fleet hound it was indeed, that could outstrip her in a race. No horse could fling her from his back. She was a skillful teamster. She turned as true a furrow as the best, and at splitting rails there were none who could excel her. When the order to halt was heard at night, she would have her mules at the crib, unharnessed, fed and curried before uncle Abram had found his hat. Not, however, for all or any of these, was she chiefly famous. Such lightning-like motion was in her fingers as no other fingers ever possessed, and therefore it was, that in cotton picking time, Patsey was queen of the field.
She had a genial and pleasant temper, and was faithful and obedient. Naturally, she was a joyous creature, a laughing , light-hearted girl, rejoicing in the mere sense of existence. Yet Patsey wept oftener, and suffered more, than any of her companions. She had been literally excoriated. Her back bore the scars of a thousand stripes; not because she was backward in her work, nor because she was of an unmindful and rebellious spirit, but because it had fallen to her lot to be the slave of a licentious master and a jealous mistress.”
From Twelve Years a Slave, by Solomon Northup
"It doesn’t escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. And so I want to salute the spirit of Patsey for her guidance. And for Solomon, thank you for telling her story and your own."
From Lupita Nyongo’s acceptance speech for the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for her portrayal of Patsey in 12 Years a Slave