I am Ella and I am not finished here.

(She/Her pronouns)

Pittens out at my legalistic southern baptist college. HEYO.

22.08   +8    #txtp

Literature and linguistics are fascinating. I missed this and I needed this. School is a good place for me. Or rather, learning is a good place for me. The globalization of my mind, the opening, the receiving of the leaking. I will yield to it. I will yield to it all. And I will show up every day. 

21.08   +13    #txtp

Ever get really tired of occupying a physical form?

21.08   +57    #txtp

I feel shame for the ignorant and hateful things other privileged people say.

I want to lace their mouths shut and show them how their “jokes” feed the problem. Uninformed and unintentional language makes the problem bigger.

21.08   +12    #txtp


I have the best friends in the whole world! They all threw a surprise dinner for me and I am just so blessed. Excuse the amount of dimple in this picture, I just couldn’t stop smiling. Thank you so much @claireeneal, @cblackie, @worduptiffany, @inhalingslowly, Ashley Blue, and Marie Cole! Y’all are the absolute best humans that ever humaned. #picstitch #goodfood #greatfriends #happybirthdaytome

20.08   +4

When I am extraordinarily tired, I get this massive jaunt in my step. My hips swing and I am pretty sure I shake the Blue Ridge mountains.

20.08   +5    #txtp

On Wednesdays, we wear black…to represent the void.

20.08   +12    #txtp
Ella, you’re so hot, you make people thirsty.

My friend Matt
20.08   +10    #txtp
20.08   +516

It is so unpleasantly warm today.

20.08    #txtp

My favorite professor told me I was beautiful.

20.08   +15    #txtp #i love him dearly
20.08   +1614    #a china box
kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive –
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;

e.e. cummings, from “XLVIII”  (via violentwavesofemotion)
20.08   +1296

Song: Cough Syrup
Artist: Young The Giant


Young The Giant - Cough Syrup [unplugged]

20.08   +16414    #moving music
One day, when all the continents have been buried in ocean, we’ll slowly float past each other in our little boats, hearing our own hearts in each other’s chest, and watch each other like stars we don’t know are dead.
20.08   +993