Her Violent Delights.//

I adore you. I love life. Florida born and raised. I abhor angry people. I cannot be contained in this mind of mine. My soul is made of music. Laughing enables the breath to come easier.
HOGWARTS
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toriholder:

Perfect news headline popped up while watching shield. Thank you universe.

toriholder:

Perfect news headline popped up while watching shield. Thank you universe.

theelando:

Head…..exploding.

Too….many….jokes.

Can’t….take it.

Hahahahaha

theelando:

Head…..exploding.

Too….many….jokes.

Can’t….take it.

Hahahahaha

spatscolombo:

t-high-la420:

something i’m totally in love with about TOS is the color, like they didn’t HAVE to paint the transporter room purple, but somebody said ‘hey! this room COULD have a color! let’s give it one! let’s give it PURPLE!’ i hope the future is really like that.

Totally. I love the idea that in the future, the military is going to start painting everything lilac and then replace stiff, high-collared, beige/camo uniforms with a rainbow of loose velour and platform heels. I mean, I guess there’s nothing to camouflage yourself with in space, so everyone was just like “look we’d all be much more comfortable in our pajamas so lets just make that happen.” 

spatscolombo:

t-high-la420:

something i’m totally in love with about TOS is the color, like they didn’t HAVE to paint the transporter room purple, but somebody said ‘hey! this room COULD have a color! let’s give it one! let’s give it PURPLE!’ i hope the future is really like that.

Totally. I love the idea that in the future, the military is going to start painting everything lilac and then replace stiff, high-collared, beige/camo uniforms with a rainbow of loose velour and platform heels. I mean, I guess there’s nothing to camouflage yourself with in space, so everyone was just like “look we’d all be much more comfortable in our pajamas so lets just make that happen.” 

(via captainofalltheships)

That awkward moment when you try to post a selfie, start a poem in the caption…and then realize it’s been 4.5 hours and you’ve completely forgotten about the picture, the “caption” has spilled into opening up several writing tool apps, a thesaurus, and a notebook, and you have pencil smudges EVERYWHERE. It’s also time to clock out. Overall? Instagram-0, Cali-3. Because, the poem is also finished. *drops mic*
Transformation Tuesday! Fall of 2012 to Summer of 2013 to Spring of 2014. 35 lbs down, 4 inches of dread growth, and heart filled with love!!!
I’M CRYING. When I asked her if she wanted to go home, eat our ice cream and watch Princess and the Frog…she said she’d rather watch Harry Potter. I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS KID. So, this is her. Too wrapped up in the movie she picked to even look at me, holding it up with the horcrux she’s been wearing all day. I love her, so much. Ugh.
When I asked if she wanted a new dress or a new toy, she said, “Aw, I kinda want us to just have ice cream maybe. And then you could , I dunno, help me pick out a new book instead of a new dress or bow and arrow. If that’s ok.” I officially have THE BEST daughter ever.

Hahaha. She tries to subtly manipulate me into letting her watch something to distract her from her hunger. (at Denny’s)

The best drink EVER. Texas Margarita Sangria Swirl. From Cheddar’s. MMMMM TEQUILA. (This was yesterday, by the way.) (at Cheddar’s Casual Cafe)
But You and I and Life, still dance. 
Perfecting steps of love and laughter and dreams, perchance. 
Old shoes worn by old hurt, old harm
until we fell, we stumbled into each others’ arms.
Fate pulled taught the string;
called forth two hearts, the arrow bring.
Art Party turned into a mini class reunion, somehow…
Last pic taken Saturday night. And the only pic I can get to upload so far!!! So…the emotion is fitting. And yes. The shirt is painted on.
"On Cartography" From a few months ago, but I felt like typing it up and posting it again. So here you go!
"Love the love that’s…been…loved all over you!"  (at my heart my soul)
More from our drunken Friday night. Passafire was so great. Love the love, people.  (at The Handlebar)