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The Danish Crown Princely family’s visit to Greenland (1–8 August 2014)

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doctaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:

“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”

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cyberlocc:

chauvinistsushi:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

The National Guard comes to Ferguson. Monday, August 18th.

fuck

"lets bring in more guns, that’ll calm them down in a jiffy"

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koningspaar:

2/♕ | Rare Pictures | asked by anonym

koningspaar:

2/♕ | Rare Pictures | asked by anonym

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Reblogged from kody

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes, 1935 (via kody)

God, I love this poem!

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Reblogged from oliviapopes

future queens/empresses/grand duchesses at the inauguration of king willem alexander, april 30th, 2013.

(Source: oliviapopes, via queendanes)

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dcofcatherineburgladyofsatter:

historybowler:

Her Royal Highness Princess Barbara of Astrana, Princess Royal, The Countess of Kollafjoror attending the PaulineSlay Pre-Wedding Dinner.
I know this is early, but I cant figure out how to fix it. Sorry.
I am so excited because this is my first time doing something like this!

Jessie’s Checking you Out! You look WONDERFUL! I love the black and gold color combo, it’s very classy and very elegant. Perfect for my Rehearsal Dinner! The nails are really eyecatching, and the dress itself is wonderful. This seems very CP Mary to me. Wonderful!

Holy crap! Thanks.By the way, what does psw mean in your tag?

dcofcatherineburgladyofsatter:

historybowler:

Her Royal Highness Princess Barbara of Astrana, Princess Royal, The Countess of Kollafjoror attending the PaulineSlay Pre-Wedding Dinner.

I know this is early, but I cant figure out how to fix it. Sorry.

I am so excited because this is my first time doing something like this!

Jessie’s Checking you Out! You look WONDERFUL! I love the black and gold color combo, it’s very classy and very elegant. Perfect for my Rehearsal Dinner! The nails are really eyecatching, and the dress itself is wonderful. This seems very CP Mary to me. Wonderful!

Holy crap! Thanks.

By the way, what does psw mean in your tag?