hair length progress” photo to encourage me to not get my hair trimmed and therefore once again have to re-undergo the process of growing out my hair
i love short hair, i love baby bangs, i loved having one side of my head shaved, i like simple long hair too
all kinds of hair is nice
Emma Watson has a shitty American accent.
brasil is angry as it should be
#occupy
friendlyneighborhoodcurmudgeon:
Two MSU basketball players raped a woman in the dorms then one admitted to it. Their only consequence was that they had to move out of the dorms. This picture is of me and one other woman holding up this banner during Midnight Madness. Two other brave souls had a banner on the other side for a while before some jerk started playing tug or war with them over it. This was taken before we got booed at by 10,000 people and police escorted from the stadium.
How screwed up are people to boo at this?
(Source: goforthandagitate, via stopthatdoor)
Hyuro.
Hyuro’s massive street mural in Copenhagen shows the progress of an elk as it journeys through several forests. I imagine this is even more beautiful when one drives alongside it. See more of the mural below:
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.
I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years."
(Source: mlcli, via stopthatdoor)
if i ever have to work a 9-5 job, i am clearly going to become an alcoholic
i am somewhat inappropriately making a joke about substance abuse
but no really
i found it that stressful working my intnership from 10-4
i am grateful for the opportunity
but thank fucking goodness it’s only one day a week
it was nice to come home and curl up in bed with my plum wine and pass the fuck out for two hours.
someone remind me how i went to high school again
oh wait i slept through it, that’s how i did it
can’t do that for real life adult work now can we?
sigh
Filed under: things Maddi from http://lapincoeur.tumblr.com/ brings to my attention.
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