Seattle
Everything I do, every song I hear, makes me thing of Seattle. Ever since getting off the phone with my pastor and getting told I was accepted all I can think about is Seattle.
I’m so scared. and I’m so excited.
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oh he’s cute!
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Also I think this is me, and that makes me so happy. (Taken with instagram)
a mind full of you.: Why Race Does Not Play A Role In Who Is "Allowed" to Have Dreadlocks
- Dreadlocks naturally form in uncombed hair and have been around as long as human beings have been around.
- No single race has any type of ownership over dreadlocks. No specific culture invented knotted hair. Dreadlocks have varied in significance amongst regions all over…
I’m so glad someone wrote this.
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you have heart: sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
It saddens me when I see people I always wanted to get to know
It really does. Half the reason I’m leaving this town is so I don”t feel this way. I just get to know the people I know. I can’t really be sad about missing out on strangers.
My heart kind of breaks a little here when I see those people. I really wanted to get to know them. Just sit down and talk or walk around campus for a while.
Rain on the skylights, right above my head. It drowns out the sound of my thoughts.
Capital Boulevard
Downtown Boise
1958
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complaints to our society (okay, I’m really just ranting again)
There is a story to this but I’m too tired to type it all out but I still want to rant about this since it’s been bugging me.
why is it that society teaches us to accept all types of people, but only if they fit into our pre-cut types? (if you want to call it a stereotype, I can’t find a better word). If someone doesn’t fit into a type laid out by society, they are automatically deemed people who are “questioning” or “confused” or “misled” or whatever else you call someone that you think doesn’t know what they want.
It is incredibly frustrating.
