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geekgirl1:

this just might be my favorite photo of him, ever. You stupid, dapper, handsome bastard

geekgirl1:

this just might be my favorite photo of him, ever. You stupid, dapper, handsome bastard

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silumia:

psyfucks:

comfortspringstation:

Kitten rejected by mother and raised by golden retriever

I’m so happy for this little kitty

im cryin a bit

Oh noooooes~~!~ So much heart for this! Aaahhhh…. I am smile crying so hard!!!

Reblogged from: books-and-rainy-days

Happy International Sibling Day to my dearest Seester, nikkipryde!!! I miss you so much a million. PASSION FOR YOU~~!~

Reblogged from: englishmajorinrepair
Source: autumnalsoul
      And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

forever-as-it-should-be:

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So beautiful!

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hardboundbookhound:

impressedcats:

THE DREAM HAS BECOME A REALITY!

I am getting this for Emily and Jon when they come back. they better like it as much in reality or i will take it back and put it on mavis so she can match mannys butterfly costume

CATS LOVE IT!

hardboundbookhound:

impressedcats:

THE DREAM HAS BECOME A REALITY!

I am getting this for Emily and Jon when they come back.
they better like it as much in reality or i will take it back and put it on mavis so she can match mannys butterfly costume

CATS LOVE IT!

Right this moment, I’m feeling beautiful, like I should. 
Why? Because of cleavage or makeup or bedroom eyes? 
No. Sure, those are present in this picture, but that is not why I feel beautiful today. In fact, I feel rather horrible today. Angry, hurt, frightened, ignored, embarrassed, emotional, scrappy, opinionated, outspoken, exhausted. I feel like a failure in so many different ways. Homeless, orphaned, friendless. I am stymied by circumstances I cannot control and torn between reality and idealism. I feel fat and ugly and stupid and terribly weak minded for buying into a system that perpetuates it. 
The reason I have make-up on is because I attempted to gather up my courage to go somewhere and do something … anything. I wanted to leave my recent seclusion and brave the world. I painted my face personable to tackle the storm of intimidating crowds and social pressures to be anything but a fat, white girl in Japan. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even bring myself to step outside. I close the door and stripped down to my camisole and panties, cried and pouted myself into a headache. 
I snapped this annoyed photo to remember this moment of human consciousness. 
Maybe your eye goes to the feminine crease of my breasts, but I only see rolls of arm fat. Perhaps the gloss of pink lips draws your gaze, but I am focused on the unsightly bump on my nose. You may call my eyes alluring, but I see the black bags underneath and I know that look of mine: it is an irritated wince from a sob induced headache, annoyed by my recent level of emotional frailty. 
So why, oh why did I ever start off this unexpected blog with the proclamation that I feel beautiful when everything I’ve detailed is indicative of the opposite?
Because right now, in this horrible, vulnerable honesty, I remember that I am a mere smattering of molecules from the center of dead stars. I am particles 14 billion years old that will cease to exist soon enough, but in some yet unknown, inconceivable moment of wondrous curiosity … I am.
Cogito ergo sum.
Well okay, maybe that has a trillion problems within itself… but at the very least, something, somewhere IS.
I revel in my insignificance and sheer expendability. I am trivial and minute. And yet in some way, as abstract or concrete as I may be … in some way, I am. 
Beautiful. 

Right this moment, I’m feeling beautiful, like I should. 

Why? Because of cleavage or makeup or bedroom eyes? 

No. Sure, those are present in this picture, but that is not why I feel beautiful today. In fact, I feel rather horrible today. Angry, hurt, frightened, ignored, embarrassed, emotional, scrappy, opinionated, outspoken, exhausted. I feel like a failure in so many different ways. Homeless, orphaned, friendless. I am stymied by circumstances I cannot control and torn between reality and idealism. I feel fat and ugly and stupid and terribly weak minded for buying into a system that perpetuates it. 

The reason I have make-up on is because I attempted to gather up my courage to go somewhere and do something … anything. I wanted to leave my recent seclusion and brave the world. I painted my face personable to tackle the storm of intimidating crowds and social pressures to be anything but a fat, white girl in Japan. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even bring myself to step outside. I close the door and stripped down to my camisole and panties, cried and pouted myself into a headache. 

I snapped this annoyed photo to remember this moment of human consciousness. 

Maybe your eye goes to the feminine crease of my breasts, but I only see rolls of arm fat. Perhaps the gloss of pink lips draws your gaze, but I am focused on the unsightly bump on my nose. You may call my eyes alluring, but I see the black bags underneath and I know that look of mine: it is an irritated wince from a sob induced headache, annoyed by my recent level of emotional frailty. 

So why, oh why did I ever start off this unexpected blog with the proclamation that I feel beautiful when everything I’ve detailed is indicative of the opposite?

Because right now, in this horrible, vulnerable honesty, I remember that I am a mere smattering of molecules from the center of dead stars. I am particles 14 billion years old that will cease to exist soon enough, but in some yet unknown, inconceivable moment of wondrous curiosity … I am.

Cogito ergo sum.

Well okay, maybe that has a trillion problems within itself… but at the very least, something, somewhere IS.

I revel in my insignificance and sheer expendability. I am trivial and minute. And yet in some way, as abstract or concrete as I may be … in some way, I am. 

Beautiful. 

My dream life as a cat. 

My dream life as a cat. 

It’s vital you understand the importance of this, for science! 

Eeyore kigurumi!!!

It’s vital you understand the importance of this, for science!

Eeyore kigurumi!!!