You can call me Dawn.
This is my personal blog. As well as containing cute animals, fandoms, stuff I find amusing, geekiness, and general feels, it has personal stuff. And I gotta say, sometimes my head is not a fun place to be. I apologize, but this is my one place to really vent sometimes.
However, I'm not at all a scary person, and I'd love to talk! My inbox is alway open.
• a fluck of flutes
• a cloister of clarinets
• a shmax of saxophones
• a tyranny of trumpets
• a marsh of mellophones
• a tumble of trombones
• a barrage of tubas
• an oboemination of oboes
• a wart of bassoons
• a smack of percussionists
• a prick (or murder) of piccolos
Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit.
And, my god, I was so brave,
to keep going without you.
To dig through the layers of you
and find myself glowing,
no longer the moth, but the light, itself.
I was so brave to get left by you
and not fall to pieces.
to get left by you and not fall at all.
Violet Rose (via c-icatrix)
This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct
It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.
I think it’s so attractive when you’re with a girl who comes off as a hard ass, because when you make her moan she’s so vulnerable and you realize in that moment you broke everything she built.