WERK. Last full day of training.
(my god. If feet could cry, my shoes would be flooded)
sarah a.m. at night
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Recently I’ve been really thinking about starting skating again, but everyone in my life that I’ve shared that thought with has has the same reaction, which is “WHAT? NO. YOU’RE JUST GOING TO GET HURT,” and maybe they’re right but I still wannnnna. But I looked for my old skateboard and found out that my parents donated it years ago and I can’t/don’t want to cough up with $100 to start over.Fresh Deck Night in the EV #02 (Taken with instagram)
You’re gonna get hurt all on your own, bro. Sk8 on.
Reblogged from pity party, usa
Reblogged from TV's Michael Pawlak *as seen on TV
all of the babes need to come to olympia so we can hang out n kiss
seconded! kegan and I are going to this and all of tumblr should go if they can! WE WILL MAKE ALL THE FRIENDS, maybe, if we’re un-awkward enough to talk to anybody.
UGGGHHHHUHHHH. I want to be a camp counselor for shit like this and Girls Rock and Writing Camp and just take a big ol’ time out from my professional aspirations so I can jump on the blob and teach cool kids how to play guitar…or piano or ROCK FLUTE RAWWRRR.
Reblogged from pity party, usa
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But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.
— Taylor Callobre, The “Good Guy” Myth (via housewifeswag)
Reblogged from careful kid, with that wolf whistle.
Tags: *standing ovation*
Oh, I can’t sleep and I have to get up at 7 am tomorrow to make my conference shuttle at 8:15 so I can drive out into BFE, Utah and sit in a conference room for 9 hours?
Perfect.
PS: Utah is an understated beauty of a state, but SLC is unsettlingly squeaky-clean so far.
the god burner
Tempted to tag my own apartment door with the Aneal summoning sign to reignite my sex life. Lambs blood? Pig blood?
At the very least, it will freak out my neighbors enough to ensure that the washers are ALL MINE! MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Reblogged from careful kid, with that wolf whistle.
Reblogged from save your generation
On April 12, 2011, a 59-year-old woman with a sensor implanted in her brain picked up her cinnamon latte with a robotic arm, brought it to her lips and took a sip through a straw, using only her thoughts.
It was the first movement Cathy Hutchinson had made in 15 years, after a severe brain stem stroke caused complete paralysis from her neck down.
<3 u science.
<3 u so hard.
Look how happy both of those people are. One of them just totally innovated robotics and biomedical engineering. The other just took a fuckin’ drink of coffee because she wanted a drink of coffee. Congrats to both.
Reblogged from ataxiwardance
Reblogged from Fem
wuncemoarwithfeeling asked: I'm glad that you IMMEDIATELY saw that. haha <3
BRANDO IS MY FUCKING KRYPTONITE
Also, like Streetcar’s Stella, 95% of my problems in a relationship can be temporarily solved with awesome sex. It’s why I have never been in a healthy one. I keep choosing good dick paired with somewhat bad character.
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