tonight my grandma opened up the garage door then called me over, pointed at the falling snow and white cover on the ground, and said ‘look at our winter wonderland!’ with a big smile on her face
i think she melted my heart
If you could sign this petition, it’d really mean a lot. I have to walk through here quite a lot, and now I’m too scared to even go into town at night because this is one of the routes, and it’s literally pitch black, and there have been attacks recently:
This is an incredibly important petition to me. One of my friends was attacked while walking through here and I firmly believe it wouldn’t have happened at all had the lights been on. So please take a second and sign.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried allowed.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
this poor man from the hardware store has been trying so hard to put new winter windshield wipers on my truck for the last like thirty minutes and he hasn’t even got one on and he’s making such a valiant effort and i’m just sitting here in my truck, watching him struggle and i feel so bad
it bamboozles me that people are paying $80 to buy a day pass to squaw when there are only two runs open
like????? the fuck is wrong with you people?????????
8: Do you have freckles?
i am covered in freckles: face, arms, legs, torso, and p much everything else.
16: How many people have you slept with this week?
if we’re talkin’ doing the do~, last week it was one, this week none. BUT actual sleeping in a bed, this week two.
27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?
my sister’s neighbor kept kissing my cheek over and over when he was drunk at thanksgiving lol
but sober and in the cold light of day? that would be my ~~lover~~ or whatever it is you kids are calling them these days. i don’t even know what the word would be tbh.
56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
i wanted to be a writer. nothing else. that was it for me.
63: First concert?
panic! at the disco, june of 2008
73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
when i read the email that said i had been accepted to the university of my dreams
when someone i loved told me they loved me too
those are the only two that come to mind
77: Ever been in love?
oh, once upon a time. it was short-lived.
92: Do you want to get married?
no, not particularly. i suppose that could change, but i just don’t see it in my future unless it was for citizenship or something.
99: Do you miss anyone right now?
i have binders full of people i miss. i’m always missing someone.
10: What is your biggest pet peeve?
hmmm…i have a long, long list of things that piss me off. if i had to pick one, i would suppose it would be when people are ungracious and rude when they’re other people’s guests. that one comes to mind so quickly because my sister’s mother was goddawful to them through all of thanksgiving and it made me fume and spit fire.
22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?
under my mattress
49: Do you dance in the car?
ohhhhh yes. and not very well, mind you. it’s an ugly sight to behold and i feel deep sorrow for the people i have scarred with my antics at red lights…or even while i’m driving. it’s just 100% the opposite of a good thing, lemme tell you.
Winona Ryder photographed by Craig McDean for the May issue of Interview Magazine 2013