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If I hear or read “I knew about Kony months ago, it’s about time” one more time I’m punching something I swear.

You do realize you’re bragging about doing absolutely nothing while supposedly knowing longer.

Cool, now go make the difference.
It’s a joint effort, not a indie band you heard of first.

just approached me with serious sentiment and asked if she could sing at my wedding one day. With a happy heart I said of course, and then she informed me that she wanted to sing “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne…

-_-

My twin sister found the card she wanted so badly in Hayley.

Lol thanks IA for making her day.

In my head I am all:



In reality:

SAVE ME TUMBLR.

 So sorry to hear about the controversy that is going down on campus. Especially to those singled out. Best of luck to you in your meetings! If anything serious comes about please inform me so I can come forward as well and take my part. I loved hanging out with all of you so much & I am hoping that we are able to again in the future. I still dont understand the huge issue, but I am very concerned and hope it all ends well.

Good luck to those getting called out and please keep me updated…

funniest10k:

Following this blog may be the greatest thing you have ever done

This happens to me ALL OF THE TIME.

ugh….

stuckinalabama:

the-spotted-elephant:

Benedict Cumberbatch — Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, 
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 
    But being too happy in thine happiness, - 
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, 
                In some melodious plot 
    Of beechen green and shadows numberless, 
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 
    Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, 
Tasting of Flora and the country green, 
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! 
O for a beaker full of the warm South, 
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, 
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 
                And purple-stained mouth; 
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, 
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget 
    What thou among the leaves hast never known, 
The weariness, the fever, and the fret 
    Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, 
    Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 
        Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 
                And leaden-eyed despairs, 
    Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 
        Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, 
    Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, 
But on the viewless wings of Poesy, 
    Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 
Already with thee! tender is the night, 
    And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, 
        Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; 
                But here there is no light, 
    Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 
        Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, 
    Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, 
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet 
    Wherewith the seasonable month endows 
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; 
    White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; 
        Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; 
                And mid-May’s eldest child, 
    The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 
        The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time 
    I have been half in love with easeful Death, 
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 
    To take into the air my quiet breath; 
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 
    To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 
        While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 
                In such an ecstasy! 
    Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - 
        To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 
    No hungry generations tread thee down; 
The voice I hear this passing night was heard 
    In ancient days by emperor and clown: 
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 
    Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
        She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 
                The same that oft-times hath 
    Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam 
        Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell 
    To toll me back from thee to my sole self! 
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 
    As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. 
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 
    Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 
        Up the hill-side; and now ‘tis buried deep 
                In the next valley-glades: 
    Was it a vision, or a waking dream? 
        Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

Suddenly, having to write a 4-6 page paper on this poem doesn’t seem so bad…

Oh… Yep. I see no problems writing this paper now.

I love Keats!

Read by Benedict—faints

 My boyfriend got me Pokemon Heartgold for my DS (again). He got it for me when he left on his three week road trip this past Summer but it was a defective game card. It left me devastated, seeing as I spent the majority of my time playing that game to distract me of the fact my Dutch boy would be gone for three weeks. I got so far…and then…BAM…black screen of death.

It was tragic…

But alas, I shall journey again with my lovely Pokemon.
I have a lovely Franklin.
<3

I don’t know why but I have some indefinite aversion to my shift key. Each time I have to hit it to capitalize a word it irks me. It is a small disfavor, but there still. I am not sure where it stemmed from but it has stuck with me since the old Myspace days. When I post on Facebook I hardly ever capitalize. But don’t be lonely shift key…I guess I’m just trying to keep things simple.

I still can’t get over how well these turned out.

My favourite shoot I have ever done.

So I met some pretty cool people tonight. Here’s hoping my tumblr isn’t too ‘hipster’-as my sister stated- for them to follow me. I really enjoyed the meeting tonight though. It’s nice to actually talk to people and enjoy time on campus.

Oh, and also, Benedict talk all around makes for a wonderful night.