Kayla Kennedy's Personal Page for 8th Annual 5K Walk/Run for Autism

This year my lovely coworkers and I are participating in the New England Center for Children’s 8th Annual 5k Walk/Run for Autism. This organization is a leader in autism research and education and strives to improve services for those with autism.

Many of you either have someone in your lives that is affected by autism or know someone who does. I mean the odds ARE 1 IN 88. So what better way to kick off this spring than by making the world a little brighter with your donation. Anything you can give would mean the absolute world to me and my team.

The Dynamite Derry-ites are looking to help “decrease world suck” and you can support us in that effort by sponsoring one of us at the following webpage.

http://necc.kintera.org/
faf/search/searchParticipants.asp?ievent=1097755&lis=1&kntae1097755=75D8F339421B4D0EAE53E846EB03D6CB

Just enter my name into the designated section under sponsor a participant and click donate! Or get more involved and make a team of your own!

Be curious. Read widely. Try new things. I think that a lot of what people call intelligence just boils down to curiosity.

Aaron Swartz

A simple recipe for making life delicious. A fine thought, Aaron.

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wanderstruck-wonderlust:

fairy-tale—gone-bad:

q’d


Hang on little guy. This is seriously how I feel right now.

wanderstruck-wonderlust:

fairy-tale—gone-bad:

q’d

Hang on little guy. This is seriously how I feel right now.

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What I wouldn’t give to sit between these two and poke their brains.
Fangirl overload!!

What I wouldn’t give to sit between these two and poke their brains.

Fangirl overload!!

I miss being able to walk down the street and swing on the swing set at 2 in the morning. I miss laying in the middle of the soccer field watching the cloudy sky fade to dark blue, contemplating and commiserating our lives. I miss accidently stumbling upon him in the dark and listening to him play guitar all night long. I miss that stargazing and that creepy light we walked towards in the woods and when he told me to find someone I can completely be myself with and then never let go.  I miss walks around campus, and 11pm drives to Wendy’s and Sunday night cram sessions and falling asleep to The Wizard of Oz. I miss her knocking on my door and him leaving things in my room for me to find and fighting over the dishes. I miss a lot of things. But mostly I miss them.

Oh gosh, do you remember that time when everything was the end of the world? I sure don’t miss it.

betruetothineown-self:

delanceyland:

luhvmedead:

bethlosthermind:

Why can’t more people think like John Green?

this is probably my favorite john green quotation ever.

I LOVE JOHN GREEN

much yes

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vesslia:

calliopesmuse:

glencocobro:

sizvideos:

Watch Honey Maid’s awesome answer about the backlash they received 

so powerful

This is beautiful and perfect and EXACTLY as the world should be.

I tweeted that this commercial made me cry, and one of the gay dads from the commercial favorited it.

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[…] he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”. The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day.

(Source: jackswhites, via wanderstruck-wonderlust)

I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn’t come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, “Ahhh.” That was the first poem.

—Lucille Clifton (via writersrelief)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY