this is the name of my new blog. This is where the hilarity will ensue. I will now be deleting this strawberry blog. Say bye!

Heads up

Hey to all my friends out there.

Just a heads up, I’m flipping my blog thangs around a bit. I’ve had two blogs for like ever cause I never use the primary one cause its stupid. Now I’ve decided that I’ll be annoyed with it for no longer!

So I’m going to transfer this blog to the other one, and delete this one all together. If you want to keep following for more of what you’d find on this blog, go right ahead. Just thought that I’d give fair warning. 


my mom just looked at a spider at our kitchen and yelled “why do you have to be like that? you dont need that many eyes or legs you need to stop”

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I would have gotten more if he had stayed asleep


I would have gotten more if he had stayed asleep

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Cleaning my room requires a minimum of three dance numbers, two emotional break downs and one epiphany. sacrifice is optional.

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Australian cast of The Lion King sings on a plane.  Because actors are nerds no matter where they are.

Are tears what you wanted because that was fucking beautiful.

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Me: I'll sleep early tonight and get a good 8 hours
Me: *watches entire season of tv show*
Me: *reads every book i own*
Me: *goes on quest to find the holy grail*


that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

Just beautiful.



that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

Just beautiful.

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It was early in the morning, but he knew exactly what was happening in his chest and woke my mother to ask her to call an ambulance. Our telephone was in the living room, but before she could leave their bedroom to use it, he asked for something else. My father asked that the ambulance not use its siren.

Weeks later, when the fear of death had receded like some strange tide, my mother asked him about the siren. My father said simply that he worried it would have woken and frightened his three sleeping daughters. It is true that we were all light sleepers and that our farm was usually blanketed by the polite silence that comes from having no close neighbors, but what impossible kindness there was in my father’s request.

I have called it an act of kindness, which I think it was. It was considerate in a way I cannot begin to understand; generous in a way no one would expect, much less demand. Years later I still do not comprehend how in what very well might have been the final moments of his life, my father thought to ask for quiet so that his daughters might continue sleeping.

Kindness is like holding an ice cube in your hands. It stings, but then the cold dissolves; what at first you could barely hold becomes something you cannot let go. My father’s request for a quiet ambulance came from a man so familiar with kindness that the sting was completely gone: the ice was no longer cold, but one with the flesh.

Absolutely exquisite essay by Casey E. Cep, who recounts what her father’s heart attack taught her about kindness – a virtue that Kerouac captured beautifully and Einstein articulated so memorably.

Henry James, it turns out, was right.

Do your soul a favor and read Cep’s full essay.

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