Can’t tell me that life isn’t wasted on love and romance. I believe that those two things will always be in the way of making important decisions. I want my mind unclouded by loyalties owed or the heat of chemicals that attach you to others. If you choose that cold, scientific perspective, the need for those things is temporarily eliminated. And I mean temporary because they cannot be annihilated. You cannot fight the chemicals in your brain that release and bond you to others. You can only prevent the circumstances.
And here is where I wonder how I got to be this way…
I have a new history crush. Excuse me while I go build a time machine to find her and bear her children.
Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website. (via Badass of the Week: Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin) (thank you, Rachel!)
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I hate living with other people. You can never sleep when you want to, fight for the washer, the bathroom, personal space. I want to be a spinster recluse till the end of my days.
JQ won his first class, champion in his second class. NY Horse Breeders Association Horse Show. Go team Ro No!
New possible part of my job is to shoot pigeons in the riding arena. Going out hunting with the boys possibly, it’s turkey season. Every day I find myself happier. For what is better than riding a galloping horse everywhere? Now I can wear my cowboy hat whenever I want and not get made fun of, or let my hair fly out behind me as I gallop my horse up the dirt road in the sunshine. I can’t ever remember being happier than this





