She is a square with some hardcore tendencies.

A WHOLE BUNCH OF REBLOGGING. THEN SOME ORIGINAL ME. IT IS A CLUSTERFUCK. ENJOY.
did-you-kno:

There are fully biodegradable urns that are designed to convert the cremated remains of pets and loved ones into a tree, so death can be a “transformation and a return to life through nature.”  Source

did-you-kno:

There are fully biodegradable urns that are designed to convert the cremated remains of pets and loved ones into a tree, so death can be a “transformation and a return to life through nature.” Source

abookinthehand:

nprbooks:

Time for #FridayReads! 
Since Saturday is the anniversary of the shooting of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Petra’s revisiting that classic of WWI literature, Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain.
Intern Cara is trying to finish Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi.
Code Switch’s Karen Grigsby Bates reports, “Reading: Natchez Burning. Still. Entranced. Still.”
Arts correspondent Mandalit del Barco’s reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.
And I’m FINALLY getting to Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers.
How ‘bout you?
-Nicole
Image via euphoricspirit.tumblr.com

I’d say it’s time for a reread of Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan, because, STEAMPUNK and WWI, ftw!

abookinthehand:

nprbooks:

Time for #FridayReads!

Since Saturday is the anniversary of the shooting of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, Petra’s revisiting that classic of WWI literature, Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain.

Intern Cara is trying to finish Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi.

Code Switch’s Karen Grigsby Bates reports, “Reading: Natchez Burning. Still. Entranced. Still.

Arts correspondent Mandalit del Barco’s reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods.

And I’m FINALLY getting to Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers.

How ‘bout you?

-Nicole

Image via euphoricspirit.tumblr.com

I’d say it’s time for a reread of Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan, because, STEAMPUNK and WWI, ftw!

I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.

—Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via veg-pits)

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Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?

—Louise Flory  (via avvfvl)

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I hate going to sleep with you on my mind and not in my bed.

—Buryme-inthesky (via buryme-inthesky)

(via r2--d2)

Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.

—Anne Boleyn (via larmoyante)