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It makes so much sense now why this was my favorite joke to tell when I was little, and why my ultimate favorite movie was Balto, and how I spent countless hours making snow igloos with snow igloo bedrooms and snow igloo kitchens, and how I never took my coat off when I got to class in elementary school, and how I recently acquired a taste for Salmon even though I've hated sea food my whole life, and how I could sit in the front living room of my apartment with Kelsey talking about narwhals for hours at a time.
At first it was shocking, but now it just makes sense.

Yes, they really do have narwhals in Alaska.

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I'm going on an adventure! I don't know where yet, but in two days I'll be by the sea and the ship will sail in the right direction. Wish you could come.

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Doyald Young
One time, for 6 months, I tried to draw the two letters "B&L" together in a script font. I tried hard, but something always seemed off, one tiny little curve or the shape of a swish, it just never was cohesive. So, today I am appreciating Doyald Young and his dedication and love for typography, one of the most challenging occupations, that doesn't get enough credit.

Handwritten.

<3, Sufjan.

It's a living breathing blog with blood pumping through it's heart, and feeling coming back into it's fingertips, aspiring to be better, with more inspiration, more life, more information translated into it's own perspective until it becomes tangible gibberish.

Uhhhh no.

Maybe I should go to fashion design school and make my own sister missionary mall...

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Karli Alyn Sibliss

WHY DO I HAVE THE MOST AMAZING FRIENDS IN THE WORLD?
I don't want to know. Just let me have them.

It's all about Karli.
Everytime I look at her, I get hit hard in the stomach with a flying ball of laughies.
Sometimes it makes sense
but most of the time it don't.
She don't care if my grammar ain't right.
She is a greek goddess.
She don't care if there's surprises in the John waiting for her.
There's never been a person with more sunshine in their face (except the teletubby baby sunshine)
I love when she says the word "treat!?"
I love the smell of her yellow bug.
And how we always start movies at 2am and think it's a good idea.
I love her sniffly nose,
and the way she eats a Yogurtland, like a perfectly practiced symphony.
Whenever she leaves, I want her to come back.
It's like you think you have friends, and then you do.
I'm glad we got to be in a relationship for 2 minutes on facebook.
Sorry I broke up with you, but it looked like we were really dating.
If I were a boy, I'd date her.
Nobody would treat you better.
Awkward.
I love how it takes 10 minutes to say goodnight,
and the only thing that's said over and over
is I love you, I love you I love you so much. oh I love you. I love you I do.

Read her blog http://blissfullyaesthetic.blogspot.com/

Can I be like...

I wish I did that?

Welcome to Fontevraud from Francis Cutter & Vincent Nguyen on Vimeo.

I'm Only a Woman, of Flesh and Bones.

Dear wife-beater-wearing-no-good-dirty-rotton-hole-digger-sweet-pea-sugar-lips,

I've never had so many 12-year old boys moments in my life than this past month. That may have to do with hanging out with sophistically immature people evry livin day and talking like I'm from the dirty south for a week straight. I've had a permanent southern bell accent ever since a midnight run to the hospital, which resulted in a 2-hour conversation on foot corns fried up real nice in ambiotic fluids along with dutch oven regurgitated 2nd breakfasts. I reckon my humor has hit the hogs, but I ain't ashamed no more. No I ain't, I reckon ever girl goes through a time in her life where ever thing she ever knew feels sliperier than a snot covered doorknob. My mama wanted to whop me upside the head, but I ain't gonna let no mama give me a lickin. Anyhow, I reckon I'll never grow up ter be a well-mannered lady, things just keep on getting way too funny for me to turn down a good ol' knee-slappin' belly-achin' laugh. Don't ever be what they want you to be, or you gonna let the good things in life pass you by. I'm an educated woman, I don't dig no holes.

p.s. in case you were wonderin', and I know you were, type this ~@~ into good ol' gmail chat and get a good laugh for me.

Much Obliged.

Ms. Watson.

No I durn can't get enough of this song neither.

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Symmetry from Everynone on Vimeo.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. Iti sour light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presense automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson