Dusktreader eats.

I do roller derby. I eat food.

Apr 21

kungfusockmonkey:

Happy 115th Birhtday to aviatrix Amelia Earhart!

Whenever I need courage I look at pictures of Amelia. Foxiest fox who ever foxed, and the ultimate embodiment of the “life goals or wife goals” conundrum for me.

kungfusockmonkey:

Happy 115th Birhtday to aviatrix Amelia Earhart!

Whenever I need courage I look at pictures of Amelia. Foxiest fox who ever foxed, and the ultimate embodiment of the “life goals or wife goals” conundrum for me.


I love you Halifax north end, but sometimes you are a bit much

Last night I was having bad dreams set to a score of frantic fiddle music, and then I woke up and the music was still going and I spent a terrifying 30 seconds trying to wake myself up before I realized that there was just a fiddle player outside on the street, fiddling away at 2 am, oblivious to the nightmares they were unleashing. 


Apr 20

It’s my sister’s birthday and they’re having a Hall & Oates living room dance party and I just wanna be there so bad, but instead I’m stuck on this smelly coast in my charming walkable city with my career and my friends and my roller derby league.

I do not regret moving here, it was what I needed at the time and I’ve built a nice life here, but I miss my sisters and I wish we didn’t live on opposite coasts. :(


Can anyone explain why this is a thing? Why is this a setting, why would you choose this setting, just why?

Can anyone explain why this is a thing? Why is this a setting, why would you choose this setting, just why?


hilabyela:

magicalnaturetour:


Harpy Eagle (Harpia harpyja) by luismanati on Flickr. :)



4 Nicole.

Eeeeeeeee!

hilabyela:

magicalnaturetour:

4 Nicole.

Eeeeeeeee!


Apr 19

Apr 18

NYT: What books are you embarrassed not to have read yet?


TEJU COLE: I have not read most of the big 19th — century novels that people consider “essential,” nor most of the 20th-century ones for that matter. But this does not embarrass me. There are many films to see, many friends to visit, many walks to take, many playlists to assemble and many favorite books to reread. Life’s too short for anxious score-keeping. Also, my grandmother is illiterate, and she’s one of the best people I know. Reading is a deep personal consolation for me, but other things console, too.”

Teju Cole, “Teju Cole: By The Book” A New York Times Q&A, March 6, 2014  (x)

This is how I feel whenever someone tells me I have to read/watch/hear something. There are too many good things in the world, and I shall content myself to know some of them without worrying about the ones I don’t. Plus I spent a lot of time when I was younger thinking I had to read something just because it was considered part of the literary canon, and I regret some of the time I spent not reading for myself instead. I watched a bunch of dumb pretentious movies just to be able to say I’ve seen them and it was not worth it.

(via kellymce)


Apr 16
Here’s the smug brat who scratched (and maybe bit?) me in 11 different places on my hand, including my nail bed, my palm (that’ll be fun for yoga tomorrow) the tip of my index finger (ouchy for typing) and right in between my fingers, all because she knew I was picking her up to put her in her carrier to go to the vet. 

I’m not badly hurt (still monitoring for infection, but I washed it again when I got to the vet with their antiseptic wash) but there was A LOT of blood and I wasn’t expecting it so I panicked a bit and when I panic, I cry. So, picture me, running my hand under cold water, sobbing, “Meta, you hurt me! I’m hurt,” over and over, while I try to figure out where all the blood is coming from, and then crying harder when I realize I still have to somehow get her in her carrier with a compromised hand and her on her guard. 

And now she is lounging around the apartment like, “hey what up,” and I’m having popcorn and ice cream for dinner and watching the Avengers movie that I rented a few days ago because I am not equipped to deal with anything else tonight.

Here’s the smug brat who scratched (and maybe bit?) me in 11 different places on my hand, including my nail bed, my palm (that’ll be fun for yoga tomorrow) the tip of my index finger (ouchy for typing) and right in between my fingers, all because she knew I was picking her up to put her in her carrier to go to the vet.

I’m not badly hurt (still monitoring for infection, but I washed it again when I got to the vet with their antiseptic wash) but there was A LOT of blood and I wasn’t expecting it so I panicked a bit and when I panic, I cry. So, picture me, running my hand under cold water, sobbing, “Meta, you hurt me! I’m hurt,” over and over, while I try to figure out where all the blood is coming from, and then crying harder when I realize I still have to somehow get her in her carrier with a compromised hand and her on her guard.

And now she is lounging around the apartment like, “hey what up,” and I’m having popcorn and ice cream for dinner and watching the Avengers movie that I rented a few days ago because I am not equipped to deal with anything else tonight.


knitpearls:

splendidsugar:

Warmer months are coming, and for some people, this means dresses! If you’re like me (fat, and a fan of cute dresses, but not always of bike shorts or leggings when it’s hot) you need this stuff. Put it between your thighs (or anywhere else you need it) and voilà, NO MORE CHUB RUB. It’s a miracle! Finally you too can go pantsless without the agony of a rash at the end of the day.

Me and my thick thighs are intrigued.

Last summer I tried Body Glide for the first time (it’s essentially this, but a different brand, sold at running stores) and I loved it, loved it, loved it, I had bare legs all summer and I can’t wait to do it again. 

knitpearls:

splendidsugar:

Warmer months are coming, and for some people, this means dresses! If you’re like me (fat, and a fan of cute dresses, but not always of bike shorts or leggings when it’s hot) you need this stuff. Put it between your thighs (or anywhere else you need it) and voilà, NO MORE CHUB RUB. It’s a miracle! Finally you too can go pantsless without the agony of a rash at the end of the day.

Me and my thick thighs are intrigued.

Last summer I tried Body Glide for the first time (it’s essentially this, but a different brand, sold at running stores) and I loved it, loved it, loved it, I had bare legs all summer and I can’t wait to do it again. 


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