We are the Knights who say Ni!
Nicole | 16 | INTJ | Poet | Vlogger

listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

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The Elegance of the Hedgehog
by Muriel Barbery

lets play a game of Bad News Good News

Bad News: just said goodbye to gabe lol not gonna see him until mid-october. this sucks

Good News: he gave me one of his jackets, and he’s letting me hold onto the adipose i gave him. and also i have a cosmic brownie.

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Gabe and the techies and my camp friends are probably the best things that have ever happened to me. They are why I am not as shitty as I could be.

So with Gabe and half my friends going to college, and my camp friends obviously not being with me, I’m scared. But here’s what I’m realizing now:

It would be an insult to them to crumble. If I was destroyed by them leaving, it proves that they did nothing for me. But that’s so inaccurate. They have done the world for me. So even if they don’t know it, I’m going to make them proud.

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i hear you calling in the dead of night // a playlist for when you don’t even know why you still miss someone, but thoughts of them refuse to leave your mind.

Dreaming With A Broken Heart John Mayer / When I Was Your Man (Cover) Sam Tsui / Vanilla Twilight Owl City / Transatlanticism Death Cab For Cutie / Overjoyed Bastille / Where Are You Now? The Summer Set / Total Eclipse of the Heart (Cover) Glee Cast / Remembering Sunday All Time Low / Miserable At Best Mayday Parade / Here’s Your Letter Blink-182 / Goodnight Moon Go Radio / Vegas Skies The Cab / Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Death Cab For Cutie / Where Are You Now Mumford & Sons / To Build A Home The Cinematic Orchestra

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Power Tools (Tech Crew; prompted poem 33/52) // n.f.

I am a carpenter.
Look at me. You see this?
110 pounds of teenage girl
with muscles that don’t match her stereotype
and scars on her legs 
from when she walked into platforms
or fell onto screws.
I look like a walking contradiction,
but I,
I am a carpenter.
I spend my days creating plans
for the construction of sets
and executing them with precision you couldn’t even imagine,
yet I don’t even know 
how to keep my own skin intact.
I get nervous when I am given a pencil sharpener.
And I shiver if my fingernails are a bit too sharp.
So how am I possibly trusted with power tools,
let alone even a hammer?

This job does not come easily.
You need a thick skin,
and yes,
I know the irony,
but it comes in handy when freshmen think they’re gods
and seniors have kissed dedication goodbye,
but the hardest part of my job
is striking the set in 3 days.
I have finally learned to create instead of destroy,
and watching a set come down can be devastating
but I now know that that is not utter destruction.
It is all still here.
It is here in the memories 
and dozens of pizzas 
and splinters 
and tears 
and sweat 
and blood
but this time it flows for a goddamn worthwhile reason.

I finally started picking up razors
to cut foam core for a castle
instead of the crevices of my ankle,
and I no longer look at a jig saw
and daydream about being the plywood that’s getting destroyed.
Being a carpenter has saved me.
It took me half a year before I finally trusted myself with a drill
but it is still taking me a lifetime
to learn how to trust this fragile heart of mine.
I think I can use a staple gun to keep it shut;
that’s worked well for me so far,
and when it doesn’t,
there are gallons of glue and band-aids and screws 
just mere feet away in our tool room.

Look at me again.
This dot is from June of 2013
and this scratch is from this past April
and I remember every injury
every project
every person
that has shaped who I have become:
I am 110 pounds of teenage girl
and being at tech helps me forget
that sometimes I want that to be 95
and i want to be more bone than muscle
and I want it all to be covered with self-inflictions 
but I am a carpenter,
and we do not destroy.
We create.

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He chuckles as a new laser point appears in the middle of Sherlock’s forehead. John stares in horror as Jim looks round at him expectantly. 

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Defying Gravity

Tongue Tied
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DEFYING GRAVITY A CAPPELLA. BY BOYS. By the Washington University Stereotypes. Just bought it on iTunes, and had to share. Fuck, I love this song.

… What is this eargasm i’m having?!

I reblogged me after two seconds

I didn’t even get to the lyrics before reblogging.


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calm your shit barbie not everyone has white privilege like you do

You know, not all of us inherited enough money to buy out NASA when our parents died. Look at this! Look at this! It’s Rocketship Barbie! Starkid Barbie! Moonshoes Barbie

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For the test you might want to bring a ruler to graph some stuff. And by ruler I don’t mean the king of Spain.
- Algebra professor (via mathprofessorquotes)
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