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gotagirlcrush:

Got A Girl Crush Obsession On: The Forgotten Lumberjills of WWII

Like the many other amazing heroines of their time, the ladies of the Women’s Timber Corps, aka the Lumberjills, stepped into unconventional britches in order to keep the industry, and country, moving while the men were off at war. Of course, there was also some major stereotypes being chopped down along the way:

They faced prejudice from the male forestry workers, as this was pure manual labor and they weren’t expected to be tough enough. Needless to say, they proved them wrong. Their hands became calloused, they developed strong muscular arms and legs - not traits of a “real lady” at the time, but they relished the freedom and fresh air even if it did cause many aches and pains! I can imagine that many were unwilling or uncomfortable to return to indoor-domestic lives IF their husbands returned. For those who joined when young, or if widowed and having to start afresh, I believe it gave them a strong core confidence, and the toughness to go on alone.

Seriously, though. When someone inevitably makes a movie out of this, will someone please get a hold of me? I need to raid the wardrobe (I also can throw a mean knife).

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Read more about the Lumberjills here!

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the seven sisters (by Paul Grand)

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razorshapes:

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Alaska (2011)

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leradr:

Allegory of sculpture, Klimt

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jamesnord:

perfect things are rare

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Santa Maria della Salute, Venice (by .natasha.)

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harebelle:

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seabois:

Kinuko Y. - Perfume

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vega-ofthe-lyre:

Changing Genres by Dean Young

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detail of a portrait of maria fyodorovna by konstantin makovsky

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wakethetrees-deactivated2014053: Love, are you still writing?

I am!

very slowly. very different things.

I’m afraid my poetry left me for a while. Flimsy as it is. I’m trying to claim it again.

It’s strange. Everything is different a bit. Has been for several months now. I’m not sure what or why. Things are changing, and I’m not quite sure what to do.

It’s good though. I like it, even though I feel a bit lost.

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vlajean:

elissa likes art - no.41

ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky (1817-1900)

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That’s all a shadow is—and though you might be prejudiced against the dark, you ought to remember that that’s where stars live, and the moon and raccoons and owls and fireflies and mushrooms and cats and enchantments and a rather lot of good, necessary things. Thieving, too, and conspiracies, sneaking, secrets, and desire so strong you might faint dead away with the punch of it. But your light side isn’t a perfectly pretty picture, either, I promise you. You couldn’t dream without the dark. You couldn’t rest. You couldn’t even meet a lover on a balcony by moonlight. And what would the world be worth without that? You need your dark side, because without it, you’re half gone.

Catherynne M. Valente   (via bluishorbs)

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ponderful:

John William Waterhouse, Saint Cecilia, detail (1895)

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