Friday Five

  1. First week of my new job, mostly spent attempting to fly to and from Louisville (shakes fist at weather). So far so good, folks. I’ll be 100% work-from-home, only going to the office if I want to. My team is comprised of some pretty wonderful people and the work fits nicely in my wheelhouse. The question is whether I can move this contract into an FTE position in 6 months. *crossed fingers*
  2. Jumped off the health and fitness wagon and broke my arm/leg/hip on the way down. Must. Get. Back. Up.
  3. I finish up the last leg of my (rhymes with battoo) tonight. Oh maaaan, I am so excited and it’s gonna hurt so bad and be so gorgeous when all is said and done.
  4. No big plans this weekend as the next two are fully booked. I want to sit outside with a book, go to the knitting store, make something delicious, maybe do laundry and that’s it.
  5. My grandfather is dying. He’s 90 years old and has terminal cancer. My mom just texted me saying they don’t think he has much longer. I feel terrible I’m not in Idaho with my family and that I don’t get to say goodbye. Words have left me, ways to describe him and what an impact he has made on my life and the lives of those who knew him. I love him. I will miss him. I will remember his adventurous spirit, always.


one of my fave scenes from anything

Hello best, and also me rapping.

I have come back to Tumblr just because Kristen Stewart said something important.


"By the way nobody knows. Nobody knows what the f—k is going on. You’re going to die. You’re going to lay next to the people that you know the most in life, the people that you’re going to grow old with. But you’re going to lay next to them in the middle of the night deeply curious about them and who they are, because nobody f—king knows anything."

- Kristen Stewart, of all people, has figured it out.

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

Caitlin Moran (via relovingit)