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blue eyes and a half smile.

i'm a bitch, i'm a lover.

23. i rarely take pictures of my whole face.

i've never liked tea, and i probably never will. i'm more honest than i am nice. i talk too loud, and i always think i'm right.

sometimes i write about personal shit in a poetic fashion; here it is in print.

music is everything. hopeless romantic in a cynic's body. avid reader of a variety of styles. "one of the guys" kinda gal. slightly obsessive. extremely opinionated. completely weird.

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Excerpt from Bob Ryan’s new book Scribe: My Life in Sports

"He was always full of surprises.  For years we all noted that he stared at the Garden ceiling during the national anthem.  He never said why, and no one asked.  Then, during his speech at the dinner to celebrate a statue to him that would be placed in the Sports Museum, he explained that he was looking at Bruines great Bobby Orr’s retired number 4 jersey as a source of nightly inspiration.

"I want people in Boston to think of me when I retire the same way they do Bobby Orr," he said.  At a nearby table, a man gasped in a loud whisper, "My God."

The man was Bobby Orr.


Painting pumpkins and drinking beer with my-pandora-boxx! We are obviously adults.

Tagged as: pumpkin painting,

"Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters."

Ernest Hemingway  (via elige)

"The ass doesn’t fall far from the asshole tree ."

Donna (That 70’s Show)

"I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore."

Kurt Vonnegut (via bl-ossomed)


Should’ve done something but I’ve done it enough
By the way your hands were shaking
Rather waste some time with you

Should’ve said something but I’ve said it enough
By the way my words were faded
Rather waste some time with you


Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like