The Average Person
The Disgruntled Legislator
The Happy Historian

morgan log house. kulpsville, pa
happy easter
stuck a feather in his hat, homemade macaroni
#feminism #PublicArt = #Publicadvocacy

this morning i was so fast asleep that i slept through my econ discussion section. the boyfriend said that he tried to wake me around 7:45 but i told him to stop and that all i wanted was sleep. i woke up at ten to find that he had tucked me in with extra blankets, snuggled a teddy bear next to me, and was reading aloud from little women. this was all in a last ditch effort to wake me befor leaving for his own class. 



Edwardian Gown, 1900s.



Edwardian Gown, 1900s.

You Thought I Was That Type - Anna Akhmatova


You thought I was that type:
That you could forget me,
And that I’d plead and weep
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,

Or that I’d ask the sorcerers
For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift:
My precious perfumed handkerchief.

Damn you! I will not…


Lessons of this semester, sorting some things out. everything has meaning and a takeaway.

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My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

  1. what are you afraid of?
  2. do you like dogs?
  3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”

I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

—   Caitlyn Siehl, “Three Questions” (via mystiquel)

(Source: alonesomes, via cradle-to-the-crypt)


I have too many costumes and not enough places to wear them

i feel that hardcore. 


sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis

(via weallgrowup)

Jim henson?