keep it Queen.: a letter to zoe →
knowledgeisqueen: An Open Letter to Zoe Saldana: On the Hollywood Machine & Artist Responsibility by Kimberly Foster Dear Zoe, Before I begin, please know that the majority of my disgust is reserved for Cynthia Mort and Jimmy Iovine. They hold primary responsibility for your casting in the upcoming film…
How I act around...
whatshouldwecallme: People at work: My friends:
“i don’t have a soul.” “i don’t have one either.” #perfect
something for my bucket list: whale watching.
We were together. I forget the rest.
i have to get out immediately.
the new anthro catalogue is amazing.
Go he said, Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to Salt and air and the elements all — Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs, Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you, Its tired arms open to the cold of night — Everything frozen, everything hushed. And then, with eyes at rest, look closely. Closer. Closer still. And in that moment, you will find me — ...
Keep breaking my heart, it gives me great inspiration
I don’t like typing - the smacking of the letters on the keyboard - they deserve better than that. I don’t like saving documents. I don’t even like the word document. I write with a pen and paper. Any kind of paper, really. Receipt paper, blank paper, wide ruled, whatever. I write or else my hands go numb and words bleed from my fingertips. And that is a weird feeling.
thunder & lightning
i wish thunder had a different face than lightning because i’ve always liked it better.
Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no...– http://www.goodmorningandgoodnight.com/#
you know how you never eat soups but you buy a lot of them?
crossing days off a calendar is like counting down the days until you die.
“Most people, when they go to college, they’re generally under the impression that there’s about thirteen jobs in the world. That’s all the jobs that exist; you have thirteen choices for what you want to do for the rest of your life. Oh and by the way you have to decide that now. As a college sophomore. Because there’s no changing later. Whatever it is you pick, that is going to be your job....
I’ll move to Seattle so I can be as emo as the weather
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited But I couldn’t stay away I couldn’t fight it
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am...– Charlotte Brontë (via cordisre)
don’t get close i’ll move away.
think of me in the depths of your despair
you and me and the devil makes three don’t need no other lovin
Take me there on a train