"Dear old world," she murmured

"You are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."



Johanna. 25. Chicago. Warrior-writer and adventure-nanny. Gryffindor. Connosieur of mermaid myths and bargain champagne. Narrative junkie. Possibly a swamp monster. Has fallen off more than one stage. Once walked six miles through Kumamoto, Japan without any shoes on because I was too proud to ask for directions home. Good at getting lost. Can make a cocktail out of anything. Arbiter of Fry Law. Namesake of the Sexy Strouse. Fluent at flirting in French. Fluent at apologizing in Japanese. Overthinks. Overdresses. Oversleeps.


My fic // My 8tracks // Theme Songs


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Bastille,
Bad Blood

The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same again

betweenbodies:

ive never believed in passive aggressive vagueblogging, unlike SOME people i could mention

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curlicuecal:

Games with English: insert the word “only” anywhere into the above sentence and consider how the placement changes meaning.

curlicuecal:

Games with English: insert the word “only” anywhere into the above sentence and consider how the placement changes meaning.

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THE WAY THE PAGAN GODS ARE HALF REMEMBERED HERE

FIRE POEM, Berlin || Robert Montgomery

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This tickles me. While trying to find Katie’s blog to look at a post I saw yesterday: “Blogs with Katie’s blog: Katie, Katie’s husband, some other connected miscreant you may know.”

I like it when Tumblr tries to get me to follow myself.

welovewebseries:

Webseries vs. Tumblr
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries edition

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