uncharted

My name is Andie.
I'm a 21 year old girl.

I still catch myself feeling blue about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut  (via themilkywhiteway)

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Going out on a limb

Alright. 

I’m going to make a controversial statement. Do NOT be alarmed. 

I dislike strongly any man, or person identifying as a man, who finds Zooey Deschanal to be hot, or (500) days of summer to be a prolific film.

She’s funny, and cute, but this movie sucks ass and if you like it then you are a FUCKING hipster.

Just admit it already.

fatmenot:

ohohoho this

fatmenot:

ohohoho this

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andreagibson:

I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out
Transcript by truexxfeelings

I sing the body electric

This is my body

I have weather veins

They’re especially sensitive to dust storms and hurricanes

When I’m nervous my teeth chatter like a wheelbarrow collecting rain

I am rusty when I talk- it is the storm in me

The doctor said some day I might not be able to walk

It’s in my blood like the iron

My mother is as tough as nails, she held herself together

The day she could no longer hold my niece she said

“Our kneecaps are our prayer beds

Everyone can walk farther on their kneecaps than they can on their feet”

This is my heartbeat

Like yours, it is a hatchet

It can build a house, or tear one down

My mouth is a fire escape-

The words coming out don’t care that they are naked

There is something burning in here

When it burns, I hold my own shell to my ear

Listen for the parade when I was seven

The man who played the bagpipes wore a skirt

He was from Scotland- I wanted to move there

Wanted my spine to be the spine of an unpublished book

My fate, the first and last page

The day my ribcage became monkey bars

For a girl hanging on my every word

They said “you are not allowed to love her”

Tried to take me by the throat

And teach me I was not a boy

I had to unlearn their prison speak

Refuse to make wishes on the star on the sheriff’s chest

I started asking the sun about the big bang

The sun said

“it hurts to become”

I carry that hurt on the tip of my tongue

And whisper bless your heart every chance I get

So my family tree can be sure I have not left

You do not have to leave to arrive

I am learning this slowly

So sometimes when I look in the mirror

My eyes look like the holes in the shoe of the shoe shine man

My hands are busy on the wrong things

Some days, I call my arms wings

While my head is in the clouds

It will take me a few more years to learn

Flying is not pushing away the ground

But safety is not always safe-

You can find one on every gun

I am aiming to do better

This is my body

My exhaustion pipe will never pass inspection

And still my lungs know how to breathe

Like a burning map

Everytime I get lost behind the curtain of her hair

You can find me by the window

Following my past to a trail of blood

In the snow

The night I opened my veins

The doctor who stitched me up asked me if I did it for attention

For the record, if you have ever done anything for attention,

This poem is attention

Title it with your name

It will scour the city bridge every night

You stand kicking at your shadow

Staring at the river

It does not want to find your body

Doing anything but loving what it loves

So love what you love

Say this is my body

It is no ones but mine

This is my nervous system

My wanting blood

My half tamed addictions

My tongue, tied up like a ball of Christmas lights

If you put a star on the top of my tree,

Make sure it’s a star that fell

Make sure it hit bottom like a tambourine

Cuz all these words are stories

For the staircase to the top of my lungs

Where I sing what hurts

And the echo comes back

Bless your heart

Bless your body 

Bless your holy kneecaps

They are so smart

You are so full of rain

There is so much growing

Hallelujah to your weather veins

Hallelujah to the ache

Hallelujah To your full

To the fall

Hallelujah To the grace

And every body and every cell of us all.

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Sarah Dessen words of wisdom

“But it’s strange, when you’ve always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It’s crazy. But when it’s over, and it does come back, that’s the best, because it’s all you want, everything narrows to just that. It’s this great rush, like for that one second everything’s okay with the world again. It’s amazing.” 

-Keeping the Moon, in honor of the eclipse


People tell me daily that I will be successful, that I will find a niche outside of school, and that I will survive this transition I’ve been dreading for so long. It does, in fact, feel like my world is tipping. And I cannot wait to feel that rush of being myself again, knowing myself. I don’t want to lose myself in the transition. I don’t think I could handle it. I’m afraid of floating. 

failed eclipse

They didn’t keep the moon tonight

the streetlights blocked the stars so that

nothing could be found in the sky,

no lunar phenomena, no prove of our movement

just artificial light. 

I went out, searching,

I wanted proof, visible tangible proof,

that the planet spinning beneath my feet is 

in fact

in motion.

Every day, the sun gets brighter in the sky, the air

more oppressively hot    

its a reminder that summer is inevitable

just like leaving.

I couldn’t see the eclipse tonight,

I didn’t see the moon taken only to be released 

back to us on earth  

and I 

can’t see what comes next for me.

I just see me, waiting,

watching for an event that has been promised but never

culminates in any defining moment. 

so-confuzzled:

honestly… this is just too sexy for words

Oh. My. Gosh. Those abs.

so-confuzzled:

honestly… this is just too sexy for words

Oh. My. Gosh. Those abs.

(via so-confuzzled-deactivated201310)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KJwyQ7F7Dg

2 years ago