Sunday, April 20, 2014

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idk man, imagine showing Arthur Weasley a gif for the first time. At first of course he’d just think it was a normal wizard photograph, but then you’d explain that muggles made it and his heart would just explode with joy over these muggles making such amazing shit even though they have no magic at all. How amazing. How inventive.

Maybe whenever you’re feeling bad about yourself imagine how much Arthur Weasley would enjoy meeting you.

I passed both written tests and the skills test and am now a certified lifeguard!!!

This class was ridiculous, and my legs are so bruised from climbing out of the pool over and over while running drills that one of my coworkers gasped when she saw my legs this morning, and my arms are noodles from practicing CPR, but it’s over with and I don’t have to re-cert for two years.

I’m home for the first time in a week, it’s glorious. Judging by how aggressively I’m being cuddled/ my face is being licked, Zoe missed me a lot.

Friday, April 18, 2014


National Poetry Month Day 13- i like my body when it is with your… by e. e. cummings


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh…And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new








Here’s the link for more information about the PS244 fundraising campaign

Here’s the link to the GIVE IT ALL TO ME Library Collection at

Check it out! The good folks dropped me a line about this project last week, and I’m happy to boost for Library Week.

Signal boost

So hey, #education…

I love these.  Love them.  And for a great cause.

Happy National Library Week!

… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

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anonymous requested: can you make the smile gif bigger?

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