13 5 / 2013

one-hamburger:

Yeah the sun is hot, but have you ever stopped to think about its personality

(via ilikegirlscatsturtlesandtats)

13 5 / 2013

actorsallusionpresents:

ssonicscrewdrivers:

melodeypond:

i wish i was sorry

Rory Williams, I choose you

I just made the most unnattractive snorting laugh in the world.

actorsallusionpresents:

ssonicscrewdrivers:

melodeypond:

i wish i was sorry

Rory Williams, I choose you

I just made the most unnattractive snorting laugh in the world.

(Source: obscureclara, via childofskaro)

13 5 / 2013

"DiCaprio and Mulligan, meanwhile, don’t seem like star-crossed lovers so much as a delusional man in love with a bauble of a woman. Maybe that’s intentional?"

People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’

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(via horologists)

(Source: bennywhistleswhileheworks, via princessofhighgarden)

13 5 / 2013

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for allthings and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bonesthat’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of thewhispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked tosentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threatento leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost inthe darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean alwaysand so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongueand follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the longladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest untilthey can come out of my fingertips and say all I could notwhen my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking andby shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warningand starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body andcurls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains downover my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets livingon my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem tobe fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips thecollars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feelshollow.And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing becauseyou and I both know that nothing is absolutely somethingespecially with it’s the silent shared string that ties twolives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrappedaround each other like a rope, where when you hold it youforget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,just one.What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everythingand by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and bydreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hopethat not even the waking parts of you that control where yourfeet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nervesinstead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palmI mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will useif ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of thepush you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, theunwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about itplace you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides dragin or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much watermy little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my armssqueeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across thesurface of my skin.  No matter how fidgety your hands get orlost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and Imight have lost the compass but we’re never going to stoptraveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost aslong as it’s together we’ll be.  What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for all
things and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bones
that’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,
wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of the
whispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked to
sentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threaten
to leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost in
the darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean always
and so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongue
and follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the long
ladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest until
they can come out of my fingertips and say all I could not
when my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking and
by shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warning
and starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body and
curls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains down
over my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets living
on my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem to
be fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips the
collars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feels
hollow.
And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing because
you and I both know that nothing is absolutely something
especially with it’s the silent shared string that ties two
lives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrapped
around each other like a rope, where when you hold it you
forget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,
just one.
What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everything
and by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and by
dreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hope
that not even the waking parts of you that control where your
feet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nerves
instead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palm
I mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will use
if ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of the
push you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,
my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, the
unwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about it
place you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides drag
in or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much water
my little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my arms
squeeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across the
surface of my skin.  No matter how fidgety your hands get or
lost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and I
might have lost the compass but we’re never going to stop
traveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost as
long as it’s together we’ll be. 
What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

13 5 / 2013

Snowy Fox by Rob Lee

(via princessofhighgarden)

12 5 / 2013

i am doing some major facebook creeping and i’m dragging michael down with me

12 5 / 2013

Anonymous asked: what do you think your first impression to people is

awkward, and other terrible things. i would ask what my first impression ACTUALLY is but i’m not sure i want to know

12 5 / 2013

maliciousintenttt:

unff

12 5 / 2013

"The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness."

Daniell Koepke   (via anditslove)

(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via anditslove)

12 5 / 2013

12 5 / 2013

princessofhighgarden asked: lol I'm creepily liking all the asks you get.

no shame in that <3

12 5 / 2013

Here&#8217;s one of her spooning her Tepig friend

Here’s one of her spooning her Tepig friend

12 5 / 2013

Here&#8217;s one of Willow sleeping on top of her friends

Here’s one of Willow sleeping on top of her friends

12 5 / 2013

Anonymous asked: hey cutie. are you afraid of spiders

um yES i am afraid of all bugs

i do not trust anything with more than four legs

12 5 / 2013

makingmoosic asked: HI I THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO SEE MORE PICTURES OF YOUR CAT LOLOLOL :]

OMG ZOE (i don’t know how to do the e thing i’m sorry D:) YOU KNOW I AM HAPPY TO OBLIGE. i promised myself i wouldn’t be the pet owner to take a picture of every thing my cat does but i pretty much am~~~