1. The roses my sister and I took from the bouquet on my grandmother’s casket.  They’re prettier in person.  They are a dusty rose pink color on the outside while yellowish on the inside.  It was between these and the bright orange gerbera daisy.  The roses were somehow classier… just like my Gram.

    The roses my sister and I took from the bouquet on my grandmother’s casket.  They’re prettier in person.  They are a dusty rose pink color on the outside while yellowish on the inside.  It was between these and the bright orange gerbera daisy.  The roses were somehow classier… just like my Gram.

  2. paperbacksplease:

    englishmajorinrepair:

    I feel like this is a very strange message. 

    Like, I also reblog a ton of pictures of coffee. Am I also trying to portray myself as a coffee connoisseur? No, I just really love coffee, and I like looking at pictures of it. I’m not going, “Oh, look at this picture I just posted of a cup of coffee! I hope people think I really love coffee because I just reblogged this picture!” 

    It’s not the same with books either…I post many things on this blog, not just pictures of books, but when I do do that, it’s because I think the picture is pretty (because wow that’s like half of what Tumblr is — people reblogging pretty pictures sorry not sorry), because I’ve read the book and I like it, because I want to read the book, because I think other people have read the book and will like to see a picture of it?? I don’t know! I don’t think there’s a deeper psychological meaning behind why I reblog pictures of books. There might be one for why I spend so much time on this site in the first place, but that’s a wholly different story. 

    I’m just kind of confused by this message. There are so many blogs that reblog pictures of books at the time. Like. We just like books. Idk. 

    wtf anon?

    I wonder if I would get messages if I allowed anonymous messages?  I wonder how many of them would be shitty like this one?

    For seriously, where does this dumbass get off questioning her intelligence because she posts pictures of books?  Has he (I’m making a large assumption here) seen a book blog?  We all post fucking pictures of books.  We like books.  We like nicely photographed books.  We like to show off the books we have and the books we like.

    This young woman, in particular, doesn’t just “seem” intelligent; she is actively studying literature and has decent taste in novels, she is intelligent and she’s becoming more knowledgeable as she takes more courses and reads more books.  She isn’t “portraying” herself as a “book educated woman” (whatever that means), she is educated.

    And she doesn’t need me to defend her, but I can’t help being angry on her behalf and on behalf of all women and girls inclined to read and blog about it on Tumblr.  The pictures we post don’t negate the analysis and insight we post and thoughtless comments like the above are ignorant.

    Over the years I have posted solid insight into the books I have read, and I have posted plenty of pretty pictures of books.  By this bozo’s logic, I also have a need to prove I’ve done some book learnin’ by augmenting my intelligent thoughts with photos of books on a shelf.  Let’s forget the English Degree I earned; I’ll just go burn that. BRB.

    Oh, wait, while I’m gone, feast your peepers on this:

    (Photo: http://tuebl.tumblr.com/)

    Reblogged from: booksandghosts
  3. portraits-of-america:

          He was shocked that I only planned to stay in Akron for a few hours rather than spend a week sightseeing. He insisted on giving me a tour around, and stuffed my hands with brochures and “souvenirs”. He took me to concert venues, hotel lobbies, the rooftops of tall buildings, and everywhere else.
          I tried to leave after several hours, but he said, ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet! This is the old art house, and this is the new art house. Pictures on your left, pictures on your right—I hope you have enough film!’ Around midnight, I wanted to tell him I was exhausted, but I was embarrassed because he didn’t seem tired. Then I realized that I had never seen anyone so proud of his hometown, so I kept walking with him.  

    Akron, OH 

    Reblogged from: portraits-of-america
  4. Actual conversation at my Grandmother's Wake.

    • K: It's a really nice casket.
    • Uncle: It's the same as the one Gramp is buried in.
    • K: Oh, did you have a picture...
    • Uncle: I got the reference number off the warranty...
    • K: The what!? The Warranty???
    • Uncle: It has a fifty year warranty, I have the paperwork.
  5. Anal Vs. Vagina: An Inconvenient Genital…

  6. capsicle107:

    inarina:

    aryashi:

    supagirl:

    hargitays:

    why don’t tv writers realize there are better storylines than cheating and death

    Reblogged from: kaylapocalypse
  7. Michael Lee // “Pass On”

    I asked my father what he thought of the thing I wrote after my grandmother died.  He said he was struck by the great disparity between what I was experiencing that day and what he and my uncle were experiencing that day.  He got off topic and told me a little about what that weekend was like for him and my uncle, how different our lives were that day.  He said he read it as if I were sad about being happy and having a good time while my grandmother was dying.

    This young man, Michael Lee, describes many of the feelings and emotions I am currently experiencing, and uses words that relate directly back to my grandmother and her death in his poem “Pass On”.  While our circumstances are different, his a murdered friend, mine an elderly relative who desperately wanted to “go home”, our emotions are the same.  As my cousin said at the funeral, we haven’t lost her, because she is in us.  And we will find her in other people.

    I am not sad or upset that I was at a celebration the day before my grandmother died.  I am not sad about being happy.  I almost didn’t go, to be honest.  I almost said, you know, my grandmother is dying, and it is upsetting: I can’t go to the wedding.”  I almost said that.

    But I didn’t.

    Because if I had said to my grandmother, “No, I’m going to skip the wedding because I’m sad,” she would have kicked my ass.  Metaphorically.  Because she’s never wanted us to be upset, she doesn’t want us to be sad.  She wants us to live our lives, miss her, but temper our tears and live good.  She never would have wanted me to skip my friends’ wedding.  She’d probably be pissed I didn’t dance, to be honest, but I was sad about her, even though I was happy about my friends.

    The thing I wrote, the poem, wasn’t intended to make anyone sad, or convey confliction within the speaker about being one place while something else is happening.  No, my intent was to show what the universe (or God) gives us when times are rough.  I’ve gotten some bad news this year, but I’ve had great news, too.  And I fully believe my grandmother would want me to accept the bad news, change it, if possible, and revel in the good.  I believe she would want us to embrace Love, and Happiness, and all things Positive when they come our way, especially when times are bad.

    And even though my grandmother, who has been slowly slipping away from us for some time now, is gone, I remember I still have a job this fall, my dearest friend is having a baby, my niece is doing well so far in the seventh grade, my other niece is starting kindergarten and couldn’t be more excited, two friends got married, I learned a new knitting stitch, and I finished another book for the Sketchbook Project.  What I need to do now is take the values, qualities, and lessons I’ve learned from my grandmother and live my life well.  Because that’s what she would have wanted.

    I never felt conflicted about celebrating with my friends while my grandmother was dying.  I went to celebrate because my grandmother was dying, and she would not have been happy if I had missed it.

  8. kqedscience:

More scuba diving means sicker coral reefs
“The gorgeous coral reefs around Koh Tao, Thailand draw thousands of tourists every year. But frequent scuba diving appears to be increasing the rate of coral disease, threatening to spoil the natural resource that locals depend on for their livelihood.
Compared to fishing, tourism may seem like a relatively sustainable way to boost the local economy. On the island of Koh Tao, small fisheries have declined in favor of playing host to more than 300,000 divers per year. The number of visitors rose by roughly five times from 1992 to 2003, and about 50 dive operators now work on the island.”
Learn more from Conservation Magazine.

    kqedscience:

    More scuba diving means sicker coral reefs

    The gorgeous coral reefs around Koh Tao, Thailand draw thousands of tourists every year. But frequent scuba diving appears to be increasing the rate of coral disease, threatening to spoil the natural resource that locals depend on for their livelihood.

    Compared to fishing, tourism may seem like a relatively sustainable way to boost the local economy. On the island of Koh Tao, small fisheries have declined in favor of playing host to more than 300,000 divers per year. The number of visitors rose by roughly five times from 1992 to 2003, and about 50 dive operators now work on the island.”

    Learn more from Conservation Magazine.

    Reblogged from: kqedscience
  9. npr:

The Hollywood movie about mobster Whitey Bulger has been filming in and around Boston for months, with a list of high-profile actors. That means getting Johnny Depp and the others to sound like they’re from Boston. And as locals certainly know — getting that Boston accent right can make or break the movie.
Setting Your Movie In Boston? Bettah Get The Accent Right

    npr:

    The Hollywood movie about mobster Whitey Bulger has been filming in and around Boston for months, with a list of high-profile actors. That means getting Johnny Depp and the others to sound like they’re from Boston. And as locals certainly know — getting that Boston accent right can make or break the movie.

    Setting Your Movie In Boston? Bettah Get The Accent Right

    Reblogged from: npr
  10. Brenna Twohy - “Fantastic Breasts and Where To Find Them” (NPS 2014)

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