Important Reminders For Writers

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

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will get “doot doot” in their ask box

the bad thing about writing is that sometimes you just want to read something super specific and when it is nonexistent you think: fuck. now it is my job to write it.

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

carpenters who weren't able to secure a ticket during today's pre-sale please come get your cuddles.

New Year's Day is my comfort song the moment I find the live audio I am listening to it nonstop and crying I swear

i respect people who want to keep their menstruation to themselves but i have to make it everyone's problem. Literally if it was socially acceptable to lead every conversation with "I'm menstruating" i would.

  —  Celebrating Childhood by Adonis (translated by Khaled Mattawa)

[text ID: Love and dreams are two parentheses. / Between them I place my body / and discover the world.]

so i’ve seen a few running lists of the surprise songs from each show but i thought it’d be nice to keep one with links to the surprise song audios! all audios come from the lovely @hope-ur-ok everyone say thank you rachel <3

3/17 Glendale, AZ: mirrorball + Tim McGraw

3/18 Glendale, AZ: this is me trying + State of Grace

3/24 Las Vegas, NV: Our Song + Snow on the Beach 

3/25 Las Vegas, NV: cowboy like me + White Horse

3/31 Arlington, TX: Sad Beautiful Tragic + Ours

4/1 Arlington, TX: Death By A Thousand Cuts + Clean

4/2 Arlington, TX: Jump Then Fall + The Lucky One

4/13 Tampa, FL: Speak Now + Treacherous

4/14 Tampa, FL: The Great War + You’re On Your Own, Kid

4/15 Tampa, FL: mad woman + Mean

4/21 Houston, TX: Wonderland + You’re Not Sorry

4/22 Houston, TX: A Place In This World + Today Was A Fairytale

4/23 Houston, TX: Begin Again + Cold As You

Brain Pickings

Emily Dickinson’s Electric Love Letters to Susan Gilbert

“Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is Love — shall

“We are the only poets,” Emily told Susan, “and everyone else is prose.”

when i was a kid i used to respond to the "glass half full/half empty" question by asking how the liquid in the glass got there in the first place. nobody ever gave me a chance to explain my reasoning so i'm doing it now

if you have a glass and it has some liquid in it, up to the halfway line, whether it is empty or full depends on what happened before the question was asked. if you started with a full glass and poured half out until only half remained, the glass is half empty, because if you continued pouring it would be fully empty. however, if you started with an empty glass and poured liquid from another container into the glass up to the halfway line, the glass is half full because if you continued pouring it would be all the way full. logical, no?

i was 13 years old when somebody finally told me it was supposed to be some kind of optimism/pessimism thing. i always thought it was a riddle that nobody let me solve