Office by Alex Penny
twenty-four. lib sci grad student. archival nerd. whovian.
No words for the absolutely dazzling comeback these boys pulled off last night. Just gotta keep rolling until we bring the Cup home again :)
(Source: ilovethatdirtywater, via fuckyeahbruins)
So, yes. I’m sort of terrified of bugs and possibly afraid of the dark. Firmly a city mouse. Hence my having significant reservations about actually spending leisure time in (what I consider) rural Maine. Buuut this was kind of awesome. Got to watch movies on the big screen, cook some super delicious food in a functioning kitchen, see what I assumed was an impossible amount of stars, take night drives, and generally had an amazing time. Oh except for the part where some hell-sent beetle chased me down a dirt road and a hornet flew in my boyfriend’s face. But other than that, stellar. May Trip #1 - officially cool. Only a week and a few days until May Trip #2 - Florida!
80s prom bachelorette party is on Saturday. My Egon look is almost complete!
Reason #75892105 why I love my best friend.
Tomorrow my fella is taking me out to the boonies for the weekend so we can watch The Avengers and make s’mores and get some peace & quiet. Right now I’m trying on photogenic outfits and listening to showtunes. And a Boston Terrier fell asleep on my foot while I was riding the T today. This… this is okay.
(Source: oods-that-s-odd, via marissa1982)
I won’t mistake you for problems with me
I won’t let my moods ruin this you’ll see
I won’t take everything good and move it away
This is the second time in my life that a city I inhabit like my own body has been attacked. The scale is different, the skylines are different, but so much is the same. It’s like when you notice yourself breathing and then you have to force yourself to inhale. Safety, in the larger sense, is no longer something you can go without thinking about. It’s what gets taken from you when someone tries to break a whole city or a whole nation with hate.
This time, though, I’m older. I won’t let that creeping fear hang on me for days, weeks, months. Despite watching soldiers check garbage cans for bombs in the train station, despite the uninhabited space in the heart of my city that is still a crime scene. I won’t stay inside - and it seems like nobody else will, either. Security may have been stolen but I can only think to replace it with boldness. We will walk and run and drive where we so choose because this place is ours, not theirs.
I could write this down, I could turn this car around.
In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.
And I pray for your health, and I tell myself
“It’s the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.”
But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
