Living Life in Golden Hues

Auntie G and little Ben. He loves me, I promise.

Auntie G and little Ben. He loves me, I promise.

3 days ago | Permalink

supraventricular tachycardia is just

this little trick, resulting in 

electrical currents stuck within 

the chambers of my heart and so

the beat goes up and up and up and woah-

until an abrupt cough or a gag or a big old AHUM, 

sets it on the right track. back to beating out that melancholy drabble

like “babble babble babble and a metaphor” for your enjoyment or 

my own requirement, I’ve possibly lost count of the

silliness, and by my own admission miss it. 

But I can’t count on the tach attack or 

write it back into arrhythmic madness so

I’ll just wade into the marshes with my sharpest tackle

hoping to catch a bit of the pitter-patter-iambic-pentameter 

while stuck with my feet in the mud. 

4 days ago | 2 notes | Permalink
WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

4 days ago | Permalink

It’s been like four days since I’ve seen my dumb fluffy dog and I miss her

1 week ago | 3 notes | Permalink

There’s about a 3 mile loop that I can run from my apartment across the stone arch bridge and back. Haven’t run for about a month and a half, but I went out today and it was really excellent. Aaaaaaand now for some cool down yoga

1 week ago | 3 notes | Permalink

Felt pretty damn cute today

1 week ago | 1 note | Permalink

(Source: lankylegs)

Played 18 times.
1 week ago | 17 notes | Permalink

I get to fall asleep and wake up looking at the Minneapolis skyline and it might be my favorite thing about my new apartment.

1 week ago | Permalink

Don’t wanna pack
Don’t wanna move
Don’t wanna start school
Don’t wanna work
Packing now
Moving tomorrow
Starting class Tuesday
Working Wednesday
Ugh

2 weeks ago | 1 note | Permalink

I have such an excellent family and really wonderful friends and I’m feeling a lot of gratitude for them tonight.

2 weeks ago | 2 notes | Permalink

(Source: orangeis, via weight-a-second)

3 weeks ago | 385,791 notes | Permalink

Had a skin biopsy today haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Got a “concerning mole” removed today haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Gonna find out if it was cancerous in 3-5 days haaaaaaaaaaa

Family history lulzzzzzz

3 weeks ago | Permalink

chapmen:

literally wtf the fuck

(via thecolorplaid)

1 month ago | 141,761 notes | Permalink
Okay so my brother finally posted on facebook so now I can make my own post——-

My brother Ross asked his girlfriend, named, wait for it, RACHEL to marry him and now they are engaged!!!!! 

happy day happy day!!!

Okay so my brother finally posted on facebook so now I can make my own post——-

My brother Ross asked his girlfriend, named, wait for it, RACHEL to marry him and now they are engaged!!!!!

happy day happy day!!!

1 month ago | 2 notes | Permalink

My dad is a really great writer and a really great story teller, so whenever somebody in our family dies, he gives the eulogy. He and I were just out by the fire pit in our backyard chatting about the eulogies he’s given, and the importance of funerals and the good priests and bad priests we’ve dealt with, and the good moments and bad moments of the last days of illness, and death, and religion, and life. It was a good conversation, and it gave me a moment to reflect on the many stages of grief and the healing process that seems so daunting and miserable and pointless and endless until, one day, you find yourself on the other side of it.
At the end of our conversation he went in the house to clean up and change, and I checked facebook on my phone and found out that a childhood friend’s father (who, incidentally, has the same exact name as my dad) had passed away early this morning after the sun had risen.
Jacqui and I haven’t spoken since we were very, very young, so it would be inappropriate for me to say anything to her now, but grief can feel like an oppressive and stunting thing and in the coming months or years I wish for her to find the peace that I felt this afternoon as I reflected on the people who once were here with me, but now are not.

1 month ago | 1 note | Permalink