Permanent Progression.

You're gonna go far,
you're gonna fly high,
you're never gonna die,
you're gonna make it
if you try..

they're gonna love you.

Permanent Progression.
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A little humor for youH/T PostSecret
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#NYC
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Hot Child in the City,
running wild & looking frantic..
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SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
SCOTLAND, choosing only ten photos from this trip was rough, but these are all fairly representative of our amazing time in Edinburgh. A combination of castles, snow and gorgeous city sites. They clearly didn’t know much about heating systems, but all was well wrapped in our coats and scarves. I made it almost the entire way to the top of The Scott Monument, where I panicked at the third tier and refused to go any farther. Our hostel was a converted cathedral, which was surprisingly a lot less creepy than it sounds. A wonderful South African woman worked the desk and by the end we were all friends with promises of postcards and vows to someday return. We braved the snow even though RyanAir did not and hiked to the top of a dormant volcano to Arthur’s Seat. Along the way we met a man from Argentina who had been backpacking for two years, wandering wherever he wanted and striking up conversations with whoever agreed to take his picture at a site. After reaching the top we then proceeded to slip and fall most of the way back down. We ate a Scottish breakfast in the cafe where J.K. Rowling was inspired to write Harry Potter. The view was stunning, but by the time we finally found The Elephant House we were so hungry I couldn’t decide what view was better - the majestic castle just outside the window or the scrambled eggs directly on my plate. We took the train to Linlithgow and explored Linlithgow Palace and Blackness Castle. We sward-fought on the castle grounds and ooh-ed at the snowcapped mountains in the distance. Our attempt at mingling with the locals did not go as smoothly as planned, but we found ourselves intoxicated and laughing with the Scottish bartenders by the end of the second night. This may have been partially due to our misconception that a “malt” was a beer and not a straight glass of locally produced whiskey. Whoops. Finally on the last day we found a Scotsman with a kilt and a bagpipe. The perfect ending to a perfect trip. My only regret was having to leave so soon… By far one of my favorite cities in the world.
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The Topic Less Blogged About..
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"Autonomy: the capacity to be one’s own person, to live one’s life according to reasons and motives that are taken as one’s own and not the product of manipulative or distorting external forces."
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She was, a(n American) Girl.
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nprfreshair:

We are bundling up like these SHETLAND PONIES IN CARDIGANS and heading out.
Thank you, Waldo Jaquith.
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Progress. Or is it?
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cognitivedissonance:

I have a soft spot for Dear Abby.
(h/t to Teabonics)