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a road full of promise


Lonesome Ghosts (1937)

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Ireland, July 2014.

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All my things are handy downs,
Passed on from one self to the next.
The wardrobe changes often,
Growing doesn’t allow everything to fit forever.
The older me that was has moved on,
Living a life as my new self.

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I’m tired of seeing this mentality in action where girls assume they have more validity than guys once a relationship has ended. (Intelligent people, too, which is what’s frustrating.) I thought we wanted to be thought of as equal but instead pride takes over.


Nashville you’re full of gems…digs this abandoned airport hanger ✈️

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Heavy Weather

Let’s write something.

This morning, I woke up with a headache, resulting from not having enough sleep and having hiked yesterday. The backs of my feet were chaffed during the hike, meaning my boots scrapped against the skin and caused it to tear. It’s not the worst thing that can happen, but it certainly isn’t very pleasant. Church this morning was uneventful. The preaching was repetitive of other preachings and nothing new came up. I couldn’t pay attention, nor stay awake. The ways some churches try so hard to be traditional upsets me. Nothing new comes from tradition.

Now, I’m sitting at my desk with one tab open to my English homework (a graded group discussion about how the class is going) while I eat Halloween candy. Snickers are vastly under appreciated by the general public.

Sometime this month, I’ll finally make my way to the movie theater with some friends where I’ll see The Boxtrolls. There’s something about stop motion films in the fall. They fit the season’s sense of nostalgia.

I want to go back to my first paragraph. I’m afraid I’ve become tired. It’s a physical and internal weariness. Tension headaches come on easily. I can trace bits of it back to Tumblr. I’m not kidding. A dashboard full of wise, insightful quotes can have a backlash. The community I’ve begun to follow can influence a melancholy I never experienced until I set out in search of new content. In many ways, my dashboard seems like a warning. A warning to not go down the same path as others. It’s saying, “Trust me, you don’t want to risk it. Look at this quote that I can relate to.” There is a point when maturity can become ignorant.

I might wear a coat when it’s raining, but even heavy weather should not get the final say whether or not I go out.


We’re diving deep into Birdman, the movie that will change Michael Keaton’s career—and blow your mind in the process.

Photo Credit: Art Streiber for EW

Lettering by Geoff McFetridge

This is the coolest magazine cover.

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" I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end. "

- Richard Brautigan

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The Twelfth remembers this happening fairly recently when he met the Tenth. When the Eleventh met the Tenth. When the Doctor met himself. 

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