Vic-a-toria

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An Atlantan in Brooklyn.

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    housingworksbookstore:

    blackballoonpublishing:

    thelifeguardlibrarian:

    vintageanchorbooks:

    HOW LONG IT TAKES TO READ THE WORLD’S MOST POPULAR BOOKS: http://shortlist.com/entertainment/books/how-long-it-takes-to-read-the-worlds-most-popular-books

    My brain likes this like this.

    This is almost too good.

    I gotta go, I have some reading to do.

    — 4 days ago with 25855 notes
    Happy #americorps20 to you and yours! Wishing @edenmoriah, @lglass1, @vdenino, @jennyg_xo and all of our other RWMS AmeriCorps friends were here to celebrate with us.  (at Citi Field)

    Happy #americorps20 to you and yours! Wishing @edenmoriah, @lglass1, @vdenino, @jennyg_xo and all of our other RWMS AmeriCorps friends were here to celebrate with us. (at Citi Field)

    — 1 week ago
    #americorps20 
    Happy Birthday AmeriCorps! →

    I just supported Happy Birthday AmeriCorps! on @ThunderclapIt // @americorps

    — 1 week ago

    Two of my favorite favorites have created their own youtube show. I can’t even handle this. Ah, to be young.  

    — 1 week ago
    authorsarahdessen:

The closest I get to an extreme sport: drinking red wine in a white dress.

YES

    authorsarahdessen:

    The closest I get to an extreme sport: drinking red wine in a white dress.

    YES

    — 1 week ago with 125 notes
    Saturday scenes.

    Saturday scenes.

    — 1 week ago with 1 note
    I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

Emily Dickinson
    I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
    And Mourners to and fro
    Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
    That Sense was breaking through -
    And when they all were seated,
    A Service, like a Drum -
    Kept beating - beating - till I thought
    My mind was going numb -

    And then I heard them lift a Box
    And creak across my Soul
    With those same Boots of Lead, again,
    Then Space - began to toll,
    As all the Heavens were a Bell,
    And Being, but an Ear,
    And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
    Wrecked, solitary, here -

    And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
    And I dropped down, and down -
    And hit a World, at every plunge,
    And Finished knowing - then -
    Emily Dickinson
    — 2 weeks ago
    The highlight of my evening.  Honest friends are the best kind of friends.

    The highlight of my evening. Honest friends are the best kind of friends.

    — 2 weeks ago with 2 notes

    But seriously. 

    (Source: Spotify)

    — 2 weeks ago
    #music I like  #solange