c jones

20
slc, ut
utahn, student, girl
outdoors, art, people, travel
learning, helping, communicating

Dec

Wed

beebrianna:

aliaaa:

exit-music:

(via razz-)

sublime

fireflies and stars

FIRST SKI DAY OF THE SEASON!!!

I, unfortunately, have not been makin’ any turns yet. But I just thought this was so bloody well-written—had to give Meagan a good ole’ salute for her creative rhetoric. Love ya, girl!

meagangonsalves:

o my god

i almost forgot how absolutely incredible skiing is

almost

that was like therapy, sex, chocolate, dancing the night away, getting drunk without puking, the world’s longest un-awkward hug, christmas, and a never-ending mug of tea all rolled into one glorious moment

and we don’t even have that good of snow yet :)

kyliekingsbury:

nevewala:

hellovagina:

shimmerandrot: National Geographic’s International Photography Contest 2009

The relationship between the mahout and his elephant usually lasts for their entire lives, creating an extremely strong tie between the animal and the human being.

"What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who’s up and who’s down, but what someone has done and if they meant it."

—Dave Eggers

Is this what it will look like, Kylie?

Dec

Tue

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!"

—

Jack Kerouac- “On The Road”

Had a bit of a breakdown last night. I think a reposting of this quote is in order. As a reminder.

beebrianna:

prettypinkshoes:

coccaonthinks:(via sanahastumblr)

“happy girls ARE the prettiest girls” <3

Nov

Mon

A Push-Me-Down Pick-Me-Up

Fact: I’ve been bummin’ around all weekend. You know, getting stuff done, but only very stationary things, like eating scones and reading and sleeping (in several places throughout the day/night). I’ve been silently cursing myself for being so goddamn slothly when I know I won’t have time to “catch up” ‘til the end of the semester.

Discovery: I become freakishly productive and quite handy when I’m upset. A dis from a friend got me out of my socks and into a pair of ancient uggs, picked me up off the couch and sent me into my pitch-black yard, forced me to put down the book and grab some huge pruning shears. Frenzied branch collecting and a subsequent shop sesh with a hammer, drill, and stationary clamp ensued. I felt much better by the end.

Being hurt, well, hurts, but at least it finally got my bum in gear! Both remarkable and convenient.