You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...– Pan’s Labryrinth (via wizlaqueefa)
For those of us who fall between the cracks, being “black,” being “white,” being...– Claudine Chiawei O’Hearn, from the introduction of Half+Half: Writers on Growing Up Biracial & Bicultural (via khaetlyn)
When my professors cancel class so we can study
whatshouldwwccallme: yep. because we live in middle earth, you see.
We always imagine the nightmares from our past — the playground bullies, the users and abusers — as being a stark black to the white of our childhood innocence. We can’t help it. But then comes a time when we find out that they don’t live a plagued existence in a back alley to hell, and that they walk around and live their lives and build relationships regardless of how...
When I tell people about the giant spider that...
whatshouldwwccallme: Or rather, the millions in my room…
How I feel towards the end of all breaks
whatshouldwwccallme: I feel this way on the way to the airport / bus station at the beginning…..
When you see the red barn after driving all day
whatshouldwwccallme: Unless I can’t see it through the… snow?
Large Noses and Wise Minds
The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that the sun had been set afire merely to ripen men’s apples and head their cabbages. Cyrano de Bergerac One of my all-time favorite plays.
Look Closer: A healthy dose of nostalgia (or... →
a-little-sincerity: nostalgia |näˈstaljə; nə-| noun a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations : ‘I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in college.’ I feel like people misuse the word ‘nostalgia’ quite often. Unfortunately this… I definitely used the word Nostalgia today… and...
Look Closer: A day in the life of a feminist... →
a-little-sincerity: So, awhile ago I was having a ‘girls’ night’ with some of my classmates. At a very young age I was branded by my teachers as ‘not working well with other children’. Apparently it had something to do with my yelling at a girl in Sunday school over who got to play with the cougar action figures…. that was me, wasnt it? >.>
Well, I’m getting off a plane right about when this will post, and writing it in the airport before I leave. I just got off the phone with him and even now, thousands of miles away, I still feel closer to him than most anyone I know. This is the song I sang at my Singer’s Showcase, and dedicated it to him. So far it’s still a secret to him, but I wanted to share these words...