Lemon With A Hint Of Happy

I am working on getting a degree or two in some things at UC Berkeley.

I like Star Trek.

And bats.

And Stephen King.

And, generally, life.

Things I have to turn in/do next week:

A semester’s-worth of field notes

An independent field project worth 30% of my grade

A lab exam

An Arabic final

An Arabic essay

A 10-15 page paper I didn’t know I had to write

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Can I have this as like, a tattoo or something
I love you bat

Can I have this as like, a tattoo or something

I love you bat


everyday when I take the subway to work I imagine Chihiro and No-Face riding with me


everyday when I take the subway to work I imagine Chihiro and No-Face riding with me

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The truth is out there.

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Me and my beautiful sister-in-law and my brother and adorable little niece! That was a good day at the beach.



Lifestyle photographer Grace Chon recently turned the camera on her 10-month-old baby Jasper and their 7-year-old rescue dog Zoey, putting them side-by-side in the some of the most adorable portraits ever.

Pure joy.

Cute babies and cute dogs eeeeeee

Some Fort Bragg/Mendo pics

I woke up and my eyelid was swollen, which has happened before but usually because I slept in makeup or something

It also usually goes away by the middle of the day

It’s 11pm and my eyelid is still swollen


A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

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From the Great Library of the Clayr, a selection of passages from Lirael’s journey.

OKAY so, I had a High Medieval Art History class this term and instead of an essay we were allowed to authentically recreate an art form from our lectures, so I chose to illuminate a manuscript using passages and content from Garth Nix’s Old Kingdom series, include Nick/Orannis’s song, the Five Charters, the warning rhyme of the dead and water and the titles of the Nercomancer’s bells. I completed it yesterday, using ink, tempera, and a gold foiling pen.

The motifs are all in reference to the Burney 275, a manuscript from 1310 by a Parisian illuminator, but I incorporated Abhorsen, Clayr and Charter based symbols. See what you can spot! I am really proud of this thing, might take better photos of it when I get it back from being marked.

dA Link: http://alerane.deviantart.com/art/Illuminated-Manuscript-Great-Library-of-the-Clayr-417790814

Oh my god this is amazing

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  • Gene Roddenberry: Star Trek was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins not just to tolerate, but take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms. […] If we cannot learn to actually enjoy those small differences, to take a positive delight in those small differences between our own kind, here on this planet, then we do not deserve to go out into space and meet the diversity that is almost certainly out there
  • JJ Abrams: lets just... lets just bLOW UP vulcan and commit genocide