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20. Writer, friend, daughter, college student. Addictions: coffee, yogurt, running, Scrubs, poetry, shoes.

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Tom Hiddleston - Wimbledon Celebrity Day Evian

Why doesn’t he have a freaking auto-biography yet?


Reblogged from softgrunge-buckybarnes (Originally from nabigator)
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yo world i’m back

So:

  1. I went abroad. 10 countries 4 months new fraands loved it.
  2. Back in America. Internship in Baltimore helping teach families how to be healthy and nurturing, “praise for being” and all that.
  3. America is boring. In the “oh wait these are the suburbs and gas is $4 a gallon and no one is less than 30 min from me and I have no money so I guess I’ll just watch a lotta tv”
  4. In turn, I’m throwing myself into writing and half-marathon training and learning how to be a better, smarter, and kinder human.

What does that even mean?

Well tumblr, I’ll be pretty bored this summer so here goes nothing time to reblog nonsense and occasionally vent about the world.

Let’s go.


exhileration

dumpster diving from lackagehuset, biking up and down the city center at midnight, taking bread and putting it in my borrowed bike basket, making it a bread basket, illegally biking without a light (its the little things), friends laughing at the prospect of cake and bread for days and days on end, until the end

this rush from going from not being able to eat to being able to eat for days + stealing = adrenaline rush



Reblogged from ifstrangerstouch

"progress for progress’s sake must be discouraged" keeps on running through my head

Why is part of my brain playing the part of Dolores Umbridge? 

vaguebrainthoughttrainstravellingatthespeedoflight

that + “we don’t need a cure for the weight of the world cause it’s floating round in the universe”

i just wanna be able to sleep without all the running and relish this last month…goshdarnit


1
My heart’s aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
who am I? If he
will just come back once
and kiss me on the face
his coarse hair brush
my temple, it’s throbbing!

then I can put on my clothes
I guess, and walk the streets.

2
I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.

Words! be
sick as I am sick, swoon,
roll back your eyes, a pool,

and I’ll stare down
at my wounded beauty
which at best is only a talent
for poetry.

Cannot please, cannot charm or win
what a poet!
and the clear water is thick

with bloody blows on its head.
I embrace a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.

3
That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest
oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks
what a funny place to rupture!
and now it is raining on the ailanthus
as I step out onto the window ledge
the tracks below me are smoky and
glistening with a passion for running
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea

4
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.

"Mayakovsky," Frank O’Hara


so many endorphins right now!

  1. It is spring in Copenhagen and it is absolutely stunning
  2. I ran 9.67 miles today, which is almost as much as the max I’ve ever run, ever, and it is the most I have run since I hurt my knee running my max AND I’m not in pain. WIN
  3. I had a lovely dinner with my friend Julia!
  4. I’m going on spring break in 5 days to the Czech Republic, Vienna, Paris, Zagreb, and Dubrovnik! 
  5. I weighed myself after dinner with Julia for the first time since I’ve been abroad, so like 7 weeks, and even though I had just eaten a huge dinner, the number meant that I’ve definitely lost a couple pounds, which came as a total surprise, but it also means that I’m FINALLY at my goal weight that I set for myself way back in January 2011. It feels SO GOOD! I had been two or three pounds away for the past six months - I’m so proud of myself! 


Reblogged from whatshouldwecallme

afternoonsnoozebutton:

sherlock-hound:

i miss the generations when a guy had to ask a girl out by asking her parents, where a girl could just be beautiful in a tshirt, where bubonic plagues decimated villages across europe and left a third of the population dead. reblog if u agree

4eva~*~


Reblogged from afternoonsnoozebutton (Originally from prince-warp)
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