i've got a girl crush.

"angel of god of america when jesus died on his birthday, amen."

- Maggie Symons at age 3 (now 18 years old) 

This is my best friends little sister's prayer she said when she was three years old. i have currently adopted this as my daily prayer- it's so inventive. Stephanie told me that ever since madge (maggie) said this has been used as the prayer at all family events (i.e. dinner table, thanksgiving, you get the point). I'm in love with her and this

I'm currently craving Dead Poets Society, Finding Forester and Good Will Hunting. All of these movies are so empowering and to say the least, greatly inspiring. So to fill the void, I'm searching Amazon right now. How is it that I own Hancock and Just Friends before these movies. I need to get my priorities straightened out.

"To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle."

-walt whitman

"Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. "

-good will hunting 

"Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof."

-walt whitman

no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

- dead poets society

huge major girl crush: 

LILY COLLINS

need everything shes wearing, including her hair color.

Nylon Magazine

Photo Credit: Ron Francis Cobert

Getting my hair done tomorrow, taking this exact picture- in hopes to replicate.

 

ALSO: i recommend everyone visit Julia Monson, a brilliant blog i stumbled across the other day. I've already fell in love. 

have a really great day and get excited to see what costumes Tayler Layne and I have in store for you. xo