I wouldna got the lettuce if I knew it wouldn't fit

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Like,

just so you know...

adulthood isn’t Fun.

Adulthood is...

well, adulthood is:

singlehandedly organizing a playwriting festival for professionals flying in from around the country, while

going through a breakup with the person you love, while

trying to heal from a shooting scare on campus, while

hoping that none of your family members or friends are killed by a serial bomber in your hometown, while

trying to summon some plan for postgrad life out of thin air, while

trying not to fail your finals

all at once.

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Ok I haven’t posted on tumblr in a very long time I think. Do people still use tumblr consistently? Anyway, this is a classic “I’m gonna delete this in an hhour or two” post, but I’m drinking wine and I can tell that I’ve made progress. I’m not where I used to be because drinking used to give me a lot of thougts of suicide at one point in my life, but now i’ts just giving me thoughts of kissing old friends and “could have been friends” friends and “still one day may be friends” friends under the harvest moon

[tylxo]

parked car conversations are lowkey unofficial therapy sessions.

[themoneybeets]

When I was growing up, there were these news stories that kept popping up in my life about children who would get swept out to sea, and the parents would dive in after them. I’d seen these news stories crop up again and again, and it made me think of this idea of the sea being this entity that needs a sacrifice—like, if it’s going to take your children, then you have to give yourself. It got me thinking about the power of water, like in Virginia Woolf, and that sense of really being overwhelmed by something. I also remembered this idea, I think from a childhood story, about a river that has to have someone drowned in it before you can cross it—like, if you see a river running smoothly, it’s because someone has drowned in it, and if it’s raging, it means that it’s still got bloodlust … It’s all very morbid. My dad always gets asked at parties, “What did you do to her?”

[fuckyeahgreatplays]

Take it back, take it back. My whole body was begging her. Take it back, take it back– if you go, it’ll destroy me. Take it back, take it back– I’ll be a city in ruins– Take it back, take it back– It’s not too late– Take it back, take it back – My whole body was shouting it. Couldn’t SHE HEAR IT??

The Language Archive (via fuckyeahgreatplays)

[nevaehtyler]

This is Leshia Evans. She’s a 28-year-old nurse assistant and mother to a 5-year-old son. She was attending her first protest in Baton Rouge. She was arrested and held for 24 hours. 

[icantbelieveteja-blog]

so graceful

[sage-hendricks]

I saw these tweets earlier, some veteran turned activist tweeted “Baton Rouge cops look ridiculous, I never wore this much armor on the front lines”

And that struck me almost as hard as these photos, used to give the tweet context. What was she going to do to them? Start beating them with a sandal? Why do we, as white people, allow peaceful protesters to be treated as more threatening than armed fascists just for being black?

Tired of this shit man. White supremacy must die. I hope she’s doing well.

[blackwoolncrown]

Look at them. Now look at her. This is how scared white supremacy is of black people. For no good fucking reason. All we want is Freedom.

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Hufflepuff is staying up all night giggling with friends. It’s the sleepy “I love you” at the end of a five hour phone call. It’s a significant other running their fingers through your hair during a Sunday picnic. It’s finding a baby bird with a broken wing and nursing it back to health. It’s smiling at a stranger on the subway. Hufflepuff is picking flowers off of trees and tying them into your friend’s hair. Its wiping the sweat from your forehead after a long day’s work. It’s freshly baked bread and golden sunlight flooding through the windows. Hufflepuff is loving food way too much and crying with friends and loving until it hurts.

Gryffindor is laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you. It’s playing truth or dare at three in the morning. It’s running around like crazy people with your lover. It’s catching fireflies on a warm summer night. It’s complimenting a stranger’s crazy hair color and feeling so good when they smile. Gryffindor is hurling toilet paper over someone’s yard then laughing so hard it hurts. It’s standing up to a childhood bully. It’s unhealthy amounts of candy and fiery red sunsets. Gryffindor is being an adrenaline junkie and trying to do what’s right and getting back up after being knocked down .

Ravenclaw is 3am conversations about the meaning of life. It’s having a small close knit circle of friends who would die for each other. It’s longing to touch your lover’s soul. It’s googling pictures of llamas in tuxedos when you actually got online for a research paper. It’s feeling an instant bond with a stranger who’s wearing a band or tv show t-shirt. It’s being quirky and not caring. Ravenclaw is drinking coffee at 11pm. It’s effortlessly acing classes that you’re interested in. It’s dusty sheet music and a starry night sky. Ravenclaw is being obsessed with a certain book or show and pouring your soul into your work and expressing yourself creatively.

Slytherin is being willing to kill for the people you love. It’s having 3am gossip sessions with your best friend. It’s staring into your significant other’s eyes and instantly knowing what they’re thinking. It’s daydreaming about what the future holds. It’s always having a twinkle in your eye because you’re always one step ahead. It’s the thrill you get when you’re playing strategic board games. Slytherin is putting up walls because you feel things so deeply. It’s people being attracted to your mysterious vibe. It’s a waterfall in the middle of nowhere and an ambitious dream. Slytherin is being a natural leader and being successful and loving so much more than you let on.

[jscuttish]

The Gathering 

by jscottish

IG jscottish

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Cleopatra: What shall we do, Enobarbus? Enobarbus:  Think and die. Me: Same.

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This summer is all about improving myself, and I’m so fucking pumped.

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Summer days are for new friends, 14 year old fox-dogs, and bottomless coffee at my favorite spot in Austin

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I just went back onto my other tumblr (the one that I used to post more personal things on until I went through and deleted any incriminating ones [i think]) because I thought of the perfect title for it, and damn. I haven’t posted on it more than like three times in the past year, but the aesthetic of it (at least the first couple of pages) is truly my happy place.

[rockhardgeologist]

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Wow, that was one of those nights, man. One of those nights.