Maria, 22, SoCal

Baking & Pastries is my thing(;

Bookworm, Foodie, Potterhead

I'm a strange yet ordinary character.


1. David and Stephanie were riding in this really badass sports car, and I was driving a Scion TC (which is what he drives ) with the homie.
The whole time we were just yelling things out the window to one another until he sped off, which is when I noticed there was an old homeless man in the middle of the road sweeping up a wrecked car. Yes sweeping, with a indoor broom.

2. I was shopping at the Citadel sometime in the morning, when I run into Leslie (brujaboots) who’s working for Ruby’s diner.
She suggested I go to Auntie Annie’s pretzels for breakfast because they weren’t opened yet.

I think that’s it. There was most likely more but the point is, I don’t even know about my dreams anymore. They get weirder each night .







On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.

Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.

People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.

Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.

she deserves to be re-blogged. 

she’s so goddamned inspirational

this makes me want to cry

(Source: cloudyskiesandcatharsis, via placiddream)

You’ll never have the same love twice, so for those of you who are afraid of falling in love again, what are you afraid of ?
You’ve never even felt that love before.

Can’t decide whether you’re being fake or not and it’s pissing me off