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Thuggish with a cardigan, hipster bag, iced coffee, floral skirt, crochet Toms, and Grampy’s sunglasses.

Graduation TODAY.
Holla.

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I graduate in this dress in a few weeks. Other places I will be wearing this dress:

- Atlanta to eat with my family, because we’re obnoxious and I live for that.
- Dates with my little sister, because she is fabulous and I can’t get enough of her charm.
- Church, because why the heck not?
- The High, because I need alone time.
- When I go to Macon to surprise a boy that lives 120 miles from my front door, because sometimes life is crazy.

I don’t do too much talking these days.

(via unecoquette)

"I just follow the rule I tell all my students: if you can’t explain it to an eighth grader in a way that he/she would understand it, then you don’t understand it. As a corollary, one must understand the importance of narrative. Our brains have evolved to care about story. If you want to penetrate the brain of a listener, wrap the information in things they care about."

The David Eagleman Interview: How I Write (via amandaonwriting)

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aseaofquotes:

Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith

We spent an hour tonight brainstorming the perfect day to claim as our anniversary. Something quiet and true and real but also unassuming.

Why do we have this? You wonder and so do I.

Because I chose you. I scour over and evaluate all other viable solutions to this equation, and know that this one must be handwritten, line-by-line, down a whole notebook page and then some. I know that my face will be covered in graphite, that the calculator is impossible, that I’ll never get the asymptote right so I’m coming closer and closer to you, and we might even touch. Hold on like an infinite tangent, fuse your hand to my hip and make an angle. I know that the eraser will give out eventually and we’ll have to switch to pen, but the commitment and fear is so much less than us, my dear- we are golden.

My God, we are golden in the way the morning is dawning, we are golden in the way that whispers are breathless, we are golden in the way that silence is sacred. You are a doxology. We are a hymn. Someone knew this All Along.

meggielynne:

i would like to live here, now. 

(Source: outcamethesun)

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beverlyealdama:

NEW item in my shop!

Bookworm pin (on Etsy)

WANT.

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