about this lame-o blogger

nina / neen / whatever the heck u want

i like history, caroline dhavernas, chvrches, muffins, mind maps, the lego movie, plants, sad famixes, happy people, wonderfalls, maths, blooper reels, cute shirts & too many ladies to mention. perpetually bitter about alana queen of my heart and soul bloom. talents include embarrassing myself in front of people I really admire.

I look a little bit like this

currently watching: Twin Peaks, Elementary, How to Get Away with Murder

currently (re)reading: the Diary of Anne Frank

say something


Gordon Parks, Segregation Series, c. 1956

Cathedral of St. Stephen - Passau, Germany

“roachpatrol: ok so what if Harry and Neville got into like this passive-aggressive lie-off regarding what a truly great man Severus Snape was like they got drunk and Harry was like ‘Snape though’ and Neville was like ‘I know right’ and Harry was like ‘what a… what a fantastic bastard. What a guy.’ and Neville was like ‘we should fuckin’ get him like, like… let’s have a funeral. A huge fucking fuck-off sized funeral with like, lilies, and, a marble coffin, and a big statue, an’ crying women, an’ all that shit’ and Harry got whiskey up his nose laughing so hard and he falls off his stool and just wheezes ‘lillies’
and then during the funeral Neville and Harry like spend the whole time trying to give a better eulogy like they keep getting back up after each other are done to try and have another go at it but then they get schooled by Hermione being like ‘for fuck’s sake boys this is how it’s done’ and she goes up to the podium and just bursts into wild banshee hysterics and throws herself across the glistening marble casket, sobbing ‘oh, it should have been me, would to god that it were me, you stallion of a professor’ and all the reporters tear up a little and then go home to pen really fervid biopics on this bleakly noble and tragically overlooked hero of the revolution
anyway like eighteen years later Harry names his kid after Severus and sends an owl off to Neville like ‘your move, mate’ and Nevill pauses in the middle of polishing the giant marble statue of Snape tenderly cuddling an armfull of adoring woodland creatures that dominates like 2/3 of his office to cuss a lot and pour himself another drink”


It is going to be alright


Kohei Nawa forms a cloud-like landscape made of foam

You cannot hide forever, Luke.

Landfill by Daughter


landfill // daughter

'cause this is torturous electricity
between the both of us and this is
dangerous ‘cause i want you so much
but i hate your guts, i hate you

“Above anything else, stay true to yourself. Whether that means for you that you like to have blue hair, or you don’t like to drink, or you are attracted to the same sex, or you want to remove yourself from Facebook, or you’ve got 3 different kids from 3 different dads but you know you’re a really good mom, or you cry for a week because your turtle died. Whatever your truth is, stay true to yourself. But be a good person while you’re at it.”
Gillian Anderson’s advice for young feminists (via theladymargaery)