To Begin Where I Am

I feel like I want to murder someone. And also I want soft pretzels.

Birthday birthday.

Slept in super late, now I’m in bed with coffee in my new Tardis mug, watching Miranda while B makes Brie, bacon and fig jam grilled sandwiches.

#queen

littlehouseontheprisonfarm:

Happy birthday to my dear friend and one of my favorite people in the world. Because I like you so much for your courage, your indomitable heart, your sense-talking, your love for all things awesome and healthy, your beautiful use of the written English language, and your way of holding out your hands to catch every drop of life that falls to you. I got you an elephant eating a carrot cake. LOVE!

My friends are the greatest.

littlehouseontheprisonfarm:

Happy birthday to my dear friend and one of my favorite people in the world. Because I like you so much for your courage, your indomitable heart, your sense-talking, your love for all things awesome and healthy, your beautiful use of the written English language, and your way of holding out your hands to catch every drop of life that falls to you. I got you an elephant eating a carrot cake. LOVE!

My friends are the greatest.

Day with the siblings.

It’s after midnight so it’s officially my birthday now. I am twenty-nine.

We drove two hours this morning to spend the day with my brother and sister and sister-in-law. It was a nice day, though emotional, given all that is going on. But what I really enjoyed was seeing the adult manifestations of family quirks. Like how the three of us bump into each other when we’re walking down the street, as a show of affection. How we all cut our burgers in half, take the first bite, then pass our food around for everyone else to try. How we all mark the first initial of our names into our to-go boxes with our index finger nails so they don’t get mixed up in the fridge. How we all say “I LAAH-ve youuuu” to each other.

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”

– Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via observando)

(via isabelle-victoria)

(via kvtes)

babrahamlincoln:

sext: take my glasses and put them down in a safe place before we start making out

“And when I wake early I say to myself: Fight, fight. If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world; the sense that comes to me of being bound on a perpetual adventure — of being strangely free to do anything”

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via pre-raphaelites)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via macedonianmess)

danielleabelle:

Part two The Lake District

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