“I am the sea too, and the stars, the wind and the rain,
I am everything that has form — for form is my seeing of it.
I am every sound — for sound is my hearing of it,
I am all flavours, each perfume, whatever can be touched,
For that which is perceptible is my perceiving of it,
And all sentience is mine.
They have no other existence, and neither have I —
for what they are I am, and what I am they are.
What the universe is I am, and what I am the universe is.
And there is no other at all, nor any one whatsover.”—Wei Wu Wei, from “For Sile,” in Open Secret (via petrichour)
I will one day learn how to talk with you in your native language! I’ve wanted to learn it for ages, but my high school only offered French and Spanish, and the opportunity hasn’t presented itself since. I have Duolingo on my phone though, and as soon as the stress of job hunting and everything dies down I think that’s what I’m going to start!
Name: Maggie Nickname: Maggie is a nickname to begin with, but Mags, Magalis, Maggierita, Maggie May, plus a bunch of stupid ones with K. Birthday: a Mysterious Date within the last couple months (I like this answer… but also June 29, since I don’t really keep it a secret on here) Gender: female Sexuality: straight, as far as I can tell Height: 5’8” Time zone: EST What time and date is it there: 1:00 pm on August 29 Average hours of sleep I get each night: Varies wildly, anywhere from 6 to 9, but I try to aim for 7.5 OTPs:I don’t have many die-hard OTPs. I guess if I had to name some I would say Faramir/Eowyn, April/Andy on Parks and Rec, David Bowie/Myself. The last thing I Googled was:The name of the person I was interviewing with this morning. First word that comes to mind: window What I last said to a family member:"Haha seems likely" texted to my mom. One place that makes me happy and why:In the car on a road trip. There’s just something soothing about being in the car, and something kind of magical in seeing the US from the road. My family is big on road trips, so I’ve spent a lot of time in the back of a minivan listening to music and watching the country roll by, or watching the stars from the window if we’re driving overnight. How many blankets I sleep under: Usually a sheet and my quilt, but in the winter I usually layer another afghan or two on top of that plus an extra fleece blanket in between the sheet and quilt. Favorite beverage: tea or water. The last movie I watched in the cinema was:I think it was X-Men Days of Future Past with thekatkrow and ididntwanttosaymagicdoor Three things I can’t live without: My bed, books, Something I plan on learning: German. One day I will learn how to speak German. A piece of advice for all my followers: If you’ve had an overwhelming day just go to bed. No one really cares if you’re already in bed at 8:45 on a Friday, and sleep is an amazing reset button for your mood. You have to listen to this song: this is too much responsibility for any one person. The most played song on my iPod is In The Heat of the Morning, but I wouldn’t say that it was my favorite song or that everyone has to listen to it.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is bullshit.
I AM NOT OKAY WITH THE LACK OF CONTINUITY
goofy changes his name ever few years for the purpose of tax evasion, he has been dodging the government for well over half a century and owes hardworking american citizens hundreds of thousands of dollars in back taxes
Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky Your back is straight your hair is smooth On the pillow where you lie But I don’t sense affection No gratitude or love Your loyalty is not to me But to the stars above
“Egypt was – as it is now – a confluence of cultures, as a result of being a crossroads geographically between Africa, the Middle East and Europe. We cast major actors from different ethnicities to reflect this diversity of culture, from Iranians to Spaniards to Arabs. There are many different theories about the ethnicity of the Egyptian people, and we had a lot of discussions about how to best represent the culture.”—
“After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being - and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.”—Carl Sagan (via themergirlandthesea)
Yesterday when I was closing the Historic House museum, I was bringing in signs that we put on the front gate to say that we’re open and this little tiny bee was buzzing around them. I think she liked the glue on the tape that is pretty much holding the signs together, but she was buzzing away by them, and buzzed around my hands while I took them down, and I was just like, “Hello, little bee! There are no flowers on this sign, try the garden over that way!” And she briefly landed on my hand before buzzing off.
Also, whenever K and I order pizza we end up getting pepperoni with black olives on half of it (because K loves her olives), and inevitably there is at least one piece that is meant to be pepperoni but has sneaky olives on like 25% of it, and it’s the worst.
The HR person for the place I’m interviewing with on Friday e-mailed me this morning asking for me to submit a Word version of my resume. I was at Historic House job today though, so no computer access, so I was like, whatever I’ll whip one up on my Google Drive on my phone by editing old cover letters/resumes already saved there. So I did that, sent it off, and I just checked now that I’m home to make sure it sent right and it sent the completely wrong document! Like, it sent the cover letter and resume for a completely different job!
I have quickly sent an e-mail apologizing and attaching the correct resume, and I did get an out of office response earlier saying she wouldn’t be back in until tomorrow so there’s a chance she hasn’t done anything with the other one yet beyond just seeing that I had sent it.
Ugh so awkward. This is what I get for trying to e-mail from my phone. I should have just sent it tomorrow with the application form they sent to me to fill out.
i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”
“In fact, I think that’s probably what the Bermuda Triangle is up to. It doesn’t mean to do any harm, and it’s actually pretty nice once you get to know it. It’s just that Bermuda doesn’t know how to handle itself when somebody sails into its territory, because that hardly ever happens.”—Katie Heaney, Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far Without a Date)