little megan, big everything else.

Adios A115e. Thank you for two magical years. Onwards and...

Fri, 31 May 2013 14:49:58 -0400

Adios A115e. Thank you for two magical years. Onwards and upwards!

Uhaul-ing though DuPont circle!

Wed, 29 May 2013 12:02:36 -0400

Uhaul-ing though DuPont circle!

My bosses are cuter than your bosses. #staffsoftball #training...

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:36:36 -0400

My bosses are cuter than your bosses. #staffsoftball #training #nofilter

Hello post-grad, hello novels.

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:31:53 -0400

Hello post-grad, hello novels.

Goodbye my love god blessss youuuu

Wed, 01 May 2013 11:33:42 -0400

Goodbye my love god blessss youuuu

IT IS DONE.

Wed, 01 May 2013 11:32:37 -0400

IT IS DONE.

“Live your life but live it with me!”

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 00:04:41 -0400

“Live your life but live it with me!”

explodingdog: Crazy Monster prepares for something.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 13:18:55 -0400

explodingdog:

Crazy Monster prepares for something.

"People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “be..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 13:07:58 -0400

“People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “be realistic.”

- Dylan Moran, What it is (via poemsbydes)

michael-ceras-nipple: Why do we need feminism, you ask?

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 10:47:35 -0400

michael-ceras-nipple:

Why do we need feminism, you ask?

I...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 23:49:48 -0500

…miss novels. Not that I don’t love getting overly excited while reading nonfiction about theatre, feminist theory, African Americans and the federal theater project, and 1960s culture, plus SO much Robert Brustein and the Shirley Graham Du Bois papers.

But MAN. Sometimes you just want to get lost in a book, you know? And have absolutely no reason to find your way until the author leads you there.

I need a week at the beach and books stacked up six feet high.

"‎You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your..."

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 22:58:38 -0500

“

‎You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.

You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.

”

- Cheryl Strayed (via daniellemohlman)

I may be small but I've got giant plans.

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 16:04:45 -0500

Having one of those I-HAVE-SO-MANY-PLANS-FOR-THE-FUTURE-HOW-WILL-I-EVER-MAKE-THEM-ALL-HAPPEN kind of afternoons.All I wanna do is:

act
write
direct
dramaturg
teach
research
get eight more degrees and
generally change the world though the study of theatre history

, so why isn’t all that as easy as breathing?

Field Trip Theatre: Four New Plays by DC Playwrights for 2013

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 19:13:55 -0500

Field Trip Theatre: Four New Plays by DC Playwrights for 2013:

fieldtriptheatre:

Field Trip Theatre is proud to announce that we’re partnering with The Wonderland Ballroom to present staged reading of four new plays by DC playwrights in 2013. Head over to Columbia Heights, have a pint, and enjoy some local talent.

Sunday, March 10 at 8PM - Fallbeil by Liz Maestri

…

womenaresociety: “A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, but...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 17:37:13 -0500

womenaresociety:

“A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, but an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women’s history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one.”

― Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth: How Images of Beauty are Used Against Women

rollingstonejay: newyorkbadboy: Sinatra x Kennedy. 50 years...

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 22:26:19 -0500

rollingstonejay:

newyorkbadboy:

Sinatra x Kennedy. 50 years later. Jay-Z x Obama.

Oh!!

Seniors WHAT.

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 23:21:04 -0500

Seniors WHAT.

Ushering in January 2013 with a dose of January 2012

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 21:48:14 -0500

Adi recently discovered a notebook in my room, in which I wrote poems/rambles at the very beginning of 2012. It feels appropriate that my adieu to the past year should be something I wrote at the very beginning of it- something that isn’t so well written and isn’t particularly profound, but that is shockingly relevant as I look at the changes that have occurred over the past 12 months. Maybe sometimes we are smarter than we know, long before we need to know it. So, here goes.

I used to believe that relationships were like pieces of fabric.

You meet a person, and the threads of your lives & histories intertwine, in a way that is akin to the weaving together of cloth.

I saw each relationship s a new piece of fabric, the summation of which created a sort of Joanne’s Fabric Store of my life and those in it.

Some of the fabrics grew more resilient over the years, the threads tightening together and holding strong, while others loosened and began to fray

- most loosened and began to fray.

But now, given my lofty 21 years of vast life experience & wisdom, I’ve come to realize that relationships are more similar to quilts than your basic fabric swatch.

Because relationships, of all shapes and sizes and definitions, aren’t just cut from each person’s own understandings & realities, pushed together with another’s.

We meet a person, and yes, our lives & histories intertwine but we also create new histories together

- histories more vibrant and sturdy than those we made on our own.

So maybe these new histories, moments we’ve created together, are the individual squares on our quilts, while our own understandings, our personal beliefs, pasts, and convictions, are the thread that holds all of these moments together.

Still following?

We have all these quilts- patchwork understandings of exactly how you and me, you and your mother, you and your best friend, came to be.

Collages of moments and feelings, indicative of time spent and effort exerted.

But fraying isn’t exclusive to lonesome swatches of fabric- quilts, though a lovelier metaphor, are not immune to the effects of time, space, and changing hearts.

Threads loosen, and squares fall away.

You forget some moments, as does your friend, mother, boyfriend, co-worker.

Often these casualties of life are unimportant.

Your sister forgets about the time you got lost on your way to a family reunion. A dull, mauve square detaches from the quilt.

Sometimes they are even helpful.

Your best friend forges about the time you got much too drunk and much too honest, resulting in the biggest fight you ever had. A glaring red square (with a sigh of relief) falls away.

And sometimes these missing pieces, these lost memories, hurt in ways you couldn’t have expected.

The person who had the greatest impact on my life remembers only the bad I’ve done, and every happy memory that frays and falls away feels like a knife in your chest.

These loses happen for more reasons that anyone can attempt to list accurately.

They drift off with time,

memories are overshadowed,

and sometimes we rip them away ourselves, with a force only understood by those who have known and stomached this pain.

But whether good or bad, painful or beautiful, what’s left behind is what we have to carry with us.

We have it and we have to.

So we wrap ourselves in these quilts and find that some are significantly more effective than others in terms of warmth and comfort.

Mom-and-I wraps around me, providing the softest, deepest, heaviest layer of strength, understanding and calm.

My high school boyfriend’s quilt is more akin to a hankerchief than any sort of blaknet.

The tiny square of Justine’s quilt is jarring to me everytime, feeling like pulling a favorite sweater out of the dryer to find it three sizes too small.

But all of these layers of quilts, small & large, ripped and carefully mended, come together to create the stories of our lives- because what are we if not an ammalgamation of moments and relationships remembered, forced, or forgotten.

Sometimes I roll the quilts out in front of me and take it in.

Dark patches and bright yellows, worn swatches of fabric and freshly tied off ends.

Moments I strive to remember and failures I hope to forget.

I see the variations in color and shape, the way the layers overlap, the lingering ends of threads and unfinished edges and am taken aback by just how silly it was for me to ever see our lives as bland, one color bits of fabric.

But, after all, isn’t that the chorus echoed through our 20 somethings?

As our quilts bulk up or fall apart, we come to realize just how wrong we were about an infinite number of things.

We realize that this pattern will probably never stop.

We will never have all of the answers, we will never get everything right, and our quilts will continually fall apart, gain new additions, and require mending.

Because these are not quilts that can be knocked out on a weekend retreat by your grandmother’s sewing circle.

They take years, endless threading of needles, and more seam-ripping than anyone should ever have to do

in order to show proof of who we are, who we’ve loved, and all that we know.

So I will never have “the answers.”

I will continue to be proved wrong regularly, never really knowing for sure what is best.

But when I lay my quilt out in front of me, I do have some sort of guide.

I follow my path like a kid playing chutes and ladders and my 21 years of trials, accomplishments, and mistakes are really something beautiful.

And when I lay down to sleep at night, I pull that quilt up to my neck, and I feel the power of those I’ve known and remembered, the good, the bad, and the life-changing.

While I may not find the answers, I can always get to sleep.

Happy anniversary to meee! I get to see zoolights, yippee!...

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 20:08:57 -0500

Happy anniversary to meee! I get to see zoolights, yippee! Thanks Adi!

Hello holiday cookies! No filter, is the thing.

Fri, 14 Dec 2012 20:55:35 -0500

Hello holiday cookies! No filter, is the thing.