Postcards From Purgatory

Seattle native/ news junkie/ freak-out dancer/ aspiring screenwriter/ passive aggressive/ manic depressive/ adorer of the arts/ feminism fan/ avid shower & car singer/ literature hoarder/ tentative Deist/ ebullient midnight breakfast goer/ Exclusively North campus UCLA freshman/ compulsive nail-biter/ frenzied music addict/ attempted Francais & Italiano linguist.

all at once and not necessarily in that order.

My professional name is Shea, though family and old friends call me Kelsey. I'm pretty happy-go-lucky about it all, but if we've just met, Shea is what I'm partial to.

My other project:
theredsolo.tumblr.com

"Though I’ve never been taught to believe in purgatory, it must be a place like this, where we hold our breath while the stories converge. A land where we linger, mourning our nature like obstinate children whose parents warned them about the crack in the sidewalk, the fissure in the glass, the lethal fork in the trail."
-Dori Ostermiller, 'Outside the Ordinary World'
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milksteak-and-magnets:

puppycatsandbees:

what if?

omfg

rikajeanne THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT

true story though, watch the movie thinking Charlie Kelly is actually this genius scientist and it is doubley-funny.

(via iammelonlordd)

flinch-nerds:

This tweet is so important to me

(via annetdonahue)

lorriebm11:

buttpoems:

a drawing about optimism

I don’t know why but that last line made me laugh really hard

(via rikajeanne)

In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.

And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.

“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.

“Certainly,” said man.

“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.

And He went away.

Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via theunquotables)

hitrecord:

"double exposure at the beach"

Image by tesslucia

HERE on hitRECord

cancernose:

let my people go

(via rikajeanne)

purfectionest:

sent-imental:

daretobe-bold:

nigole:

Never really thought about this before, but it really is one of the best sounds

It’s even better knowing you’re the reason they are laughing

this is perfect

it breaks you heart seeing someone you love cry, watching them crumble. but then they laugh in a matter of minutes, and it warms your heart, it lifts your spirit knowing that you made them feel better. you made them feel safe. you made them laugh.

my parents and I had a session with my psychiatrist about six months after I’d started seeing her and eight months since I was in the hospital, and she asked them if they thought I was better. and my dad talked about how a few weeks earlier he’d heard me laugh and that for him, it was the first time he’d heard me really laugh in nine months, and I almost started crying right there again

(via odiepodie)

I just went on this really weird Twitter talk about Supernatural and Easter which means it’s really time to stop procrastinating and write this damn essay.

I tweeted more in the last half hour than I have ever before #timetostop

Orphan Black 2.01 Nature Under Constraint And Vexed

perfect episode is perfect

(via supagirl)

"untitled lesbian rom-com starring Emma Thompson and Tilda Swinton with roles for possible actors including Tom Hiddleston, Michael B. Jordan and Tom Hardy"

I just need a witness/ To say that I was there to feel this

 ”I just feel like all the sand is at the bottom of the hour glass or something.”

talk about stunning, stunning visuals