Kelly. Nineteen. America.
Lesbian. Cisgender. She/Her pronouns.
I love many things. This blog is a hot mess of everything I find worth sharing.
It is sometimes NSFW, but rarely, you have been warned.
I love making new friends and a message in my ask would make my day.
Thanks for dropping by and DFTBA.

“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Opening Skinners box is just loaded with quotes.

Did he not realize, at the very end, that the final act of life which is death, cannot be learned or otherwise overcome?

Can you really separate the significance of data from its proposed social uses? Can we consider just splitting the atom, and not the bomb and bones that followed? 

How did all this complexity get lost?

We apear to be entwined and must take responsibility for the strings that bind us.

I wonder if I am worthwhile.

Comedy and tragedy are inextricably intertwined, in sign, in symbol, in etymology.

A pill is so much more than a pill. It’s a point of punctuation. It breaks up the blurry long lines between this and that. Stop her. Start here. Begin.  

The Band-Aids soothe, even though we don’t know just what or where her wound is. 

Memories are the footprints we leave in our lives; without them we look back and see just a blank stretch of snow, or someone else’s signature entirely.