There's no room in your bag for regret.

Things I learned about myself today. (And how I learned them.)

1.  I thoroughly enjoy curriculum development.  And I think I’m pretty good at it, too, albeit still quite inexperienced.  (After an amazing meeting with our incredible PYP coordinator, I have ideas rolling for all my units!)

2.  I find travel research and writing really, really, really fun.  (Travel Chicks has accepted me as a travel ambassador, so I wrote up my first city guide on Sydney.)

3.  I will do just about anything for a free T-shirt.  (See above.)

It was not a perfect day, but it was a good day.  Things to reflect on…ever upward.





A Surprise Pride and Prejudice Engagement

(Note: This isn’t me)

See? This is a tailor-made proposal. Not some “big screen of basketball game nonsense. This person took into account his girlfriend’s pastimes and favourite things in the world, knew how close to the family she was and engineered the perfect engagement proposal, without a doubt managing to make sure this would please her (surely her mother and sisters would know).

This is how you do big gestures.

This is so awesome I can’t even.  

Also, the look on her face as she came into the house.  Hehehehehehe! 


…also just saying, for some of us, a proposal at Fenway Park IS a big gesture.  But also this is adorbz.

(via the-lady-blue)

Gay people were seen as magical too.
I mean, like in many cultures, men were viewed as warriors and women were viewed as caregivers. But gay people, being both male and female, were seen as both warriors and caregivers.
Gay people could do anything. They were like Swiss Army knives!
My grandmother had no use for all the gay bashing and homophobia in the world, especially among other Indians.
“Jeez,” she said. “Who cares if a man wants to marry another man? All I want to know is who’s going to pick up all the dirty socks?”

—The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie (via ranebowstitches)

(via foxpopulae)

There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.

"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.

It’s Frustratingly Rare to Find a Novel About Women That’s Not About Love - Kelsey McKinney - The Atlantic (via davidlynchshair)

Reblogging again because relevant and important.  I am a woman, I take road-trips and other adventures to find myself.  I have never found a man on one of those trips and I don’t care.  I have discovered pieces of myself, and I have had the privilege of strengthening important female friendships.  Representation, y’all.

(Source: oditor, via tremieb)






such a needed campaign. i wish they’d have included native americans as well, though, as cultural appropriation of them in costumes is just as awfully common.

It’s that time of year again when these go around. And I will keep reblogging them. And if I see the joke ones I am likely to rip them apart with prejudice.

I will reblog this every year and unfollow anyone who posts joke fandom spinoffs of this very serious and important commentary.

I might go to jail this year, but white people will get their ass kicked if I see you in black face.

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