Bitches Love Cake.

Inside the mind of a post grad: socially avoidant theatre artist, writer, lover and corporate slave.


Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.

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Someday I’ll be an instructor and I’ll have my own little classroom and my own little desk with white roses in coffee beans.

And someday I’ll have a clean house with an actual, live houseplant in it.

And I’ll have a book with my name on the spine sitting on the shelf in my own little office. But it will just be there like a framed photo is, so I can look at it sometimes and smile.

It’ll be next to my marathon medals sitting haphazardly on the shelf.

Big dreams. Tumblr time management.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

—John Green, Paper Towns (via kushandwizdom)


Also, for those of you that missed the Space Princess pictures..

Can I fucking go to prom again just so I can wear this goddamn dress?

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I miss the days when my sisters and I would just max oreos like potheads and watch Netflix and talk about life, but mostly I miss the days when I was completely unaware of how completely fucking pointless all of this is.

This is an unusual post for me

But I didn’t want to take a selfie and put it on instagram or make a status on Facebook so every family member can know…

I’m training for a half marathon. This is a big deal for me. I have always been a runner at heart but life comes up, especially when anxiety and depression are involved.

Anyway, I was stressing majorly about turning 25 and I decided that instead of spending it bored and drunk like the last four birthdays I’ve had, I registered for a half marathon that fatefully is exactly on my birthday.

Now, I’m training, but part of training is cross training. Cross training days, I have taken to a cycling class that happens to be taught by an ex marine turned triathlete.

I have a calf strain and runners knee from those classes, and I’m really upset because the only reason I took them was because I thought they would make me a better runner.

The past week I have had Such a psychological battle with myself. Instead of adhering to the training program, i have been on the couch, iced up from ankle to knee, inhaling vitamins and fish oil and protein powder and anything else I can get my hands on.

Today, i couldn’t take it anymore. I ran. It wasn’t for very long, more like block long spurts between walking, but I did it. And I’m happier than I have been in a week. They say to listen to your body, and despite my whining knees, my legs were screaming at me to run. So I did. I feel alive.

I just wanted to tell anyone about it. Are there any runners on tumblr? Can anyone relate?