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twentysomething with some purpose and direction.
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my bathing suit from last year still fits and my boobs look awesome in it. i bought a dumb flowy cover up dress that’s long and basically exists to support this fact. the fact that this was something i needed to be sure of at 1:15 AM is problematic as fuck. i mean, who even cares what people think? apparently, at twenty-four, i still do.

You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
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Asker Anonymous Asks:
i don't even know who you are these days. what do you like that isn't hockey or makeup?
spinlighted spinlighted Said:

What do I like? I’ll be brief and list five timely things.

  • I like that I’m going to go see the lovely folks from “Nashville” in a few weeks with my mom. I totally rock at getting people presents. Mother’s Day? CRUSHED IT.
  • I like the Ten Minute Podcast because Chris D’Elia is hilarious. I like that I can listen to that and be taken out of whatever bullshit is currently bringing me down and laugh my eyeliner off. 
  • I like the new white rum that Captain Morgan put out but I still prefer Cruzan. 
  • I like that whenever I get scared about the unknown, science grounds me and I can find refuge in it.
  • I like that Iggy Azalea song and I like the music video even more.


You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”

(source: npr)

"We who mourn continue the heat of our own lives."

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do you ever have such a brilliant makeup day that you just want to take a million pictures of your face?

my spring/summer shopping includes four sweaters and exactly ZERO hoodies. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
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oh man, this is stunning.

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