Trying to sleep after drinking too much coffee

Studying for Finals

whatshouldwecallme:

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Bike path near my house. It’s pretty. :)

Bike path near my house. It’s pretty. :)

When somebody says, “I don’t think women should be raped for wearing short skirts, but what do they expect when they do go out like that?” what you are actually saying is that if a woman in a short skirt is raped, you will be less likely to hold her rapist culpable. Which makes a woman in a short skirt really appealing to a rapist. That’s something that you did. That’s not something the woman in the short skirt did, or something the rapist did. You made that woman a more comfortable target by making it clear that if she got raped, you would be less upset about it, less willing to see the rapist go to jail, less willing to support the woman. A woman is not increasing her risk of being raped by wearing a short skirt. You are increasing her risk of being raped by saying that women who get raped in short skirts should have expected that. Rapists hear you say that. By only raping the women that bystanders agree should be raped, a rapist reduces his chance of being caught and, if caught, punished. And that is why he will pick those women, over and over again, not because there is something more appealingly rapeable about them — they have what any woman has, as far as rape goes — but because he will be less likely to be held culpable for his actions.

chiffonkitten:

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At The Company Theatre about to see Jekyll and Hyde. Excited!! :)

At The Company Theatre about to see Jekyll and Hyde. Excited!! :)

PAINTBRUSH
I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do – that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I’m afraid I might lose you.

I’d like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love Me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn’t understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

~Author Unknown

I love Mr. Darcy. :)

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

~ Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel’s Chosen

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows

It’s written on the wind
It’s everywhere I go, oh yes, it is
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show, oh

You know, I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up
By the way that I feel
There’s no beginning
There’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend

I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said, oh yes I did

You gave your promise to me
And I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me
In everything and I do, oh yes I do

You know, I love you, I always will
My mind’s made up by the
Way that I feel
There’s no beginning
There’ll be no end
‘Cause on my love you can depend

Got to keep it movin’
Ooh, it’s written in the wind
Oh, everywhere I go, yeah, ooh well
So if you really love me, love me, love me
Come on and let it show

lyrics by Wet Wet Wet

the signs look awesome!!

fireball-delicious:

Handdrawn Type Signage at Starbucks Harvard Square:
It’s been a good week!

I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love.

It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss.

Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

Jacqueline Carey (“Naamah’s Curse”)

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand - and melting like a snowflake…

Francis Bacon, Sr.
Our terminal in Charles de Gaulle airport. Waiting to board the flight home.

Our terminal in Charles de Gaulle airport. Waiting to board the flight home.

My dessert from our amazing last-night-in-France dinner!

My dessert from our amazing last-night-in-France dinner!