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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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follow my new blog probablycoffee
i might delete this one soooo
im deleting follow my new blog (i’ll follow back)
people are always like “are you a morning person or a night person” and I’m just like buddy I’m barely even a person
holy moly, I wish I could tattoo this on my palm so I could read it over and over again. I’m so hard on myself when things don’t work out.
#tbt to walking in the snow through South Temple Historic District in Salt Lake! Spotted this beautiful little Tudor/English Cottage Revival house (c. 1927). I think it was made to be in the snow. 😊⛄️❄️ (at Salt Lake City, Utah)
*swirls chocolate milk in a wine glass*
She felt like a storm; the sea crashing at it’s wildest; the wind blowing the trees to almost snapping. Yet invisible, as if all her trouble and torment, her passion, everything she felt, was simply a drop in a pound, in the middle of nowhere.
Meet Squeak. The cat that never grew out of her kitten body.
Charlotte and I enjoyed early spring with this spring-ish tea, because even my tea loves flowers.
God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”
Sylvia Plath (via grandduchesswearingsneakers)
Cows love being cuddled
Tones and colors. Photo: Alex Sattler
“But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow.”
Some instances really are picture perfect. Thanks for creeping @elizabethgilmore - We really need more memories like these captured. Cute, huh @shawnwhelchel ?! 💏