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Becca. 21 years old.

Shameless Idealist.

Fueled by coffee, music, and adventure.

brooklynboobala:

chocolateist:

Well shit.

Holy fucking fuck yea.


WE’RE SOARING

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FLYING

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THERE’S NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CAN’T REACH

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bestrooftalkever:

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sweet-success:

I have been making this French Toast Scramble a few times a week since I discovered this recipe. It’s Paleo, so it is a bread-free French Toast recipe. It’s sweet and filling and absolutely delish!

French Toast Scramble

1 banana, mashed

1 egg

2 egg whites

1 tsp. cinnamon

1 tsp. pure vanilla extract

1 tsp. honey (optional)

coconut oil

1 tbsp. nut butter

Combine banana with eggs. Add the cinnamon, vanilla and honey.

Coat a skillet with coconut oil over medium heat.

Pour batter in skillet and cook until eggs are no longer runny, stirring frequently.

Top with a tablespoon of your favorite nut butter (I love it with almond butter!)

*From Carrots N’ Cake

Just made this and it’s delicious.


When we were 12 we could sing the quadratic formula to the tune of a Christmas carol, but we didn’t know what to do when a boy we didn’t like asked us out.

When we were 13 could name exactly how and why blood gets oxygen and how it gets to our heart, but we could not explain why our hearts and breathing both stopped when we saw each other.

When we were 14 we could describe the overarching theme of social inequalities within “To Kill a Mockingbird”, but we did not care that our cafeteria was separated into cool and not cool by a pillar.

When we were 15 we could write pages and pages about the way trade off the coast of India evolved and was affected by monsoon seasons, but when a storm knocked the power out for two weeks, we found ourselves with nothing to do, no way to connect.

When we were 16 we knew every rule in calculus: exponential, power, logarithm, the product rule, the chain rule. We can list those in our head, rapid fire, but we do not have any rules for how to fall in love, how much to drink, how to pick our pieces up.

When we were 17 we could tell you exactly how a bill becomes a law and how often Venus is visible to the naked eye, and which surveys to trust, but we could not tell you how to balance a checkbook or talk to a depressed friend or fall out of love with someone and in love with someone else.

— "Public School" by Claire Luisa (via claireluisa)

underhuntressmoon:

jemmasimmns:

one difference between cats and dogs is that dogs do absolutely nothing to mask their clinginess while cats pretend it’s a coincidence they’re in the same room as you 97% of the time

"The fact I am laying on your face means nothing"