Maybe baby goodbye
It has been my goal since starting this blog four years ago to end it once I graduated from college. I want it to serve as a sort of snapshot of who I was and who I became, something visual that I can look back on when I think, “God, was I ever that…young, naïve, obsessed with glitter (though I think that final quirk is a permanent one).” But I’ve become weirdly attached...
Graduation feelings while waiting for da Cove
Dear Kenyon College, It is almost 2 am on the morning of my graduation, and I want to thank you. Thank you for showing me that I am not so strange as to be unrelatable. Thank you for teaching me, and for teaching me to acknowledge what I do not know. Thank you for the wonders of mac n cheese wedges, shotgunning beers, dancing with my whole body, 2am river swims, face jewels, sing-a-longs,...
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image...– Pablo Neruda (via stxxz)
The first night of senior week coincided with the local high school prom and that seemed pretty fitting.
If you are a white woman and you want to call yourself a feminist, you must...– (via whallop)
wearyruler: thekingdomofben: I don’t claim to understand girls but I’m fairly sure they’re all up to something and need to be stopped This is the Republican party platform.
dtrain3000: let’s get wine drunk and go swimming
OMG that dress!: After much thought, some... →
cwnerd12: A girl coming to the “New World” dealing with America’s early days as colonies, perhaps settling in the Appalachian mountains and exploring the origins of Mountain culture. For real, “Mountain Folk”, in spite of dire poverty and environmental hardship, have amazingly rich…
I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.– Meredith Grey (via ikenbot)
Self-love cannot flourish in isolation. It is no easy task to be self-loving....– bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via sister-bell)