Mansplaining isn’t just the act of explaining while male, of course; many men...– karen healy (via feministsbakecupcakestoo) Also extends to anything that begins with “Well, as a MAN…” -Jess (via xchrisxpizzacatx) Finally, a word to define a consistent issue I have.
Banjo. Rain sounds. Ukulele. Guitar. Major chords. Bees buzzing. Birds singing. Frog chorus. All of these elements can not possibly add up to an ominous soundscape.
Being bad at things is discouraging but I am learning not to get discouraged before I ever have any chance of improving. I’m used to doing things I am at least somewhat innately good at, so finding things I am incredibly bad at is really scary. I think it’s really all in my approach… because I psych myself out and then give up instead of getting super excited and remaining...
neoliberalglitter: I don’t trust you and mostly I don’t trust myself, but I don’t know if that’s going to stop me or not. Well stated. Same boat.
Chloe is made of hyenas, Comedy, and Technology. With a dash of cuddles. Or Chloe Stamper is made of rhinos, hungry, and dedication. With a dash of porn. Or Chloe Annalisse Stamper is made of cookies, family, and Science. With a dash of new school.
I was on campus for most of the day. I went to the sound effects studio and wrote cues for a trailer I’m redoing the sound design for. I also wrote two songs that probably are silly but that’s okay. It feels good to feel happy again. But I also feel like hiding.
Step 1: Spend 10 minutes (at least) walking around the entire third floor trying to locate the perfect place to sit. The perfect place should be: Isolated but next to a window Near a power outlet Have a good chair Well lit Not too close to other people to avoid unwanted conversations or interactions Step 2: Find perfect place to sit. Sit. Settle down, rearrange the chairs and other...
Everyday’s just a little better than the last one the money’s gone, but the whiskey’s strong and I don’t care about you the way that I used to.
Societies in which women have lots of autonomy and authority tend to be...– Sex at Dawn
I tried to dress up fancy but gave up because I heard the rain and ate some soup instead.
Golden Rule of Scrabble
Fuck Vowels, Get Consonants.
When a hot girl complains about getting hit on
whatshouldwecallme: It’s just like,
When I feel a bug on me
whatshouldwecallme: What I think I look like: What I actually look like:
Getting a drunk dial when I've decided to go to...
When I see my crush out in public
whatshouldwecallme: Oh hell yeah.
Laughing while lying down
whatshouldwecallme: Normal people: Me:
Someone on the bus I am on sounds exactly like Lumpy Space Princess. Rhombus!
Rose whiskey is a gift of the universe.
He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.– A. S. Byatt
I lost my voice… Now I sound like an extra in The Godfather. Actually, I sound less cool than that.
xchrisxpizzacatx: kayweb: Maddie played uke,...
The Present, The Past, and Everything in Between.
I’ve been running around like crazy and supremely busy lately, which is great, but also insane and stressful sometimes and I feel like floating away and forgetting about everything I have worked for because I’m just so damned tired. I know it’s just a lull, and I’ve been here before, but I feel worn down. I’m even starting to come out of it, but there is this constant...