I'm Kristi and I'm a senior double major in Design & Technical theatre, and Directing. Currently stage managing an Off-Broadway show called "The Greatest Pirate Story (N)ever Told" and looking forward to whatever is to come in the future! Enjoy my blog and feel free to ask me anything! <3

 

Love your curves and all your edges,
All your perfect imperfections

John Legend ” All of Me” (via pirategurl)

ambidexterous:

overanalyticalqueer:

so hey fun fact for anyone who wants queer history trivia: the first disco in Seattle was opened in 1973 and was a gay bar called “shelly’s leg” and it was named after a dancer named shelly who lost her leg in a confetti cannon accident and used the insurance/lawsuit settlement money to open a gay disco.

a) This is such a fantastic story that I wouldn’t care if it were made up, except that

b) upon further research, it does appear to be true

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve taken thousands of photos of people in New York, and I find out a little bit about…""I’m Hustle Man! That’s all you need to know."

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve taken thousands of photos of people in New York, and I find out a little bit about…"
"I’m Hustle Man! That’s all you need to know."

Peeta gently lifts up the morphling and carries her the last few yards to the beach while Finnick and I keep our weapons at the ready. But except for the orange carcasses on the ground, the monkeys are gone. Peeta lays the morphling on the sand. I cut away the material over her chest, revealing the four deep puncture wounds. Blood slowly trickles from them, making them look far less deadly than they are. The real damage is inside. By the position of the openings, I feel certain the beast ruptured something vital, a lung, maybe even her heart.

She lies on the sand, gasping like a fish out of water. Sagging skin, sickly green, her ribs as prominent as a child’s dead of starvation. Surely she could afford food, but turned to the morphling just as Haymitch turned to drink, I guess. Everything about her speaks of waste—her body, her life, the vacant look in her eyes. I hold one of her twitching hands, unclear whether it moves from the poison that affected our nerves, the shock of the attack, or withdrawal from the drug that was her sustenance. There is nothing we can do. Nothing but stay with her while she dies.

(Source: bahtmun)

comcasting:

My grandpa texted for the first time in his life today and he spit straight wisdom out of the keyboard

comcasting:

My grandpa texted for the first time in his life today and he spit straight wisdom out of the keyboard