Northern California
Self-identified Queerzenstein
I look like a librarian 97% of the time

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Hermia: Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet.

William Heath Robinson, from A midsummer-night’s dream, by  William Shakespeare, New York, 1914.

Dana where are you even looking?

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

- E.E. Cummings (via wordsthat-speak)

(via secretstream)

Thank you gracehelbig  mydrunkkitchen and mamrie for the amazing show last night! Despite the totally bizarre venue issues outside of your control, you were hilarious sweethearts and made these weirdos very very happy. And also very comfortable, because seriously onesies just make me want to roll up into a ball like a baby Huskie…so thank you for helping us feel acceptable wearing then in public.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. - Walt Whitman (via thecountryfucker)

(via lavender-forests)

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