Sometimes I just start singing and my mom joins in
#don’t trust this
#they’re probably sirens
That, my friends, is the O Magnum Mysterium by Tomás Luis de Victoria. I would love to live in a house where people just casually sing music like this
No. These people are, in fact, sirens.
When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.
She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.
She broke it with her fingers. Not a fist, her fingers.
Girl is 50 years old.
FIFTY. YEARS. OLD.
fun fact: When you break things with your hands like that you have t break your fingers on purpose before so that they heal stronger. So basically this woman is so badass she broke her hands just to do this.
You asshat, you’re making it sound like she snaps her fingers in half.
Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel – this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium.
This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks.
Oh, and she’s doing precise-ass kicks in HIGH HEELS.
she kicks ass like a coursing river
Saw this post so many months ago and I still think about it from time to time lol so badass
Had the absolute pleasure of meeting her. She’s indeed a kind-hearted and gorgeous badass.
“Is not her name Musichetta?”
“She is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, no I mean really they’re tiny, especially compared with her sleeves, her sleeves are basically this wide, you wouldn’t believe it. Sometimes she has the puffy round sleeves and sometimes she has those ones with complicated shelf arrangements sticking out in two or three layers that are dropped way down to really emphasize the droopy slope of her shoulders. You basically can’t guess how her arms might be put together at all, I mean, there’s like hardly any suggestion of actual human anatomy. And she is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.”
– Joly, The Back Room of the Café Musain
i’m shamelessly reblogging myself because this popped up on my dash again and i had completely forgotten it, sorry