Happy Daisy

@happydaisy

I'm a geek with a love for interesting language, people with spunk, and objects with character. 3rd Grade Teacher. 26. Utah. Multiple Chronic Illnesses. What you are is a complicated girl with simple needs. You need your books and time to read, and you need a few friends and you need someone - not to take care of you, but to care for you. If you have all those things, you’ll always be alright. -Brian Morton

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alwaysbewoke

UNMUTE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! #intears #lmao

welcometonegrotown

Absolute queen 🙌🏽

kittydoom

I relate to this so hard.

it-is-ok-i-am-ok

I fucking snorted

thepowerwithin

As long as you wake up in the morning, you are still in the game. As long as you’re breathing, you are still a fighter. Nothing can stop you from moving forward. Absolutely nothing.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin (via thepowerwithin)

schnappchat

aaaand i made a compilation of my favorite cat vines

princesstigerbelle

Wish we could bring all of them back

thinkbrit

This makes me very happy.

fyp-philosophy

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays (via featherumbrellas)

perrfectly

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire (via perrfectly)

manticoreimaginary

New Zealand’s new water safety mascot is amazing and his instagram is a gift

mrsunrepentantwarriorpriest

@unrepentantwarriorpriest

unrepentantwarriorpriest

You weren’t supposed to post pictures of me my love, lol.

brago-deactivated20180214

sky665

#he looks like salem from sabrina the teenage witch

coach-taylor

dailyfoy

“Despite Margaret and the now Queen Mum dropping their first curtsies before her, and a slightly miffed Philip told he must now trail behind her entering rooms, the money shot is unquestionably the spectral Queen Mary, covered in mourning dress, creakily sinking to her knees before her new sovereign.”

thisisagoodblogname

When I’m telling my cats how beautiful they are, I follow that statement in one of two ways.

“reblog if u agree” or “so you agree? You think you’re really pretty?”

meanwhilepoetry

Examine the depth of the wound first. Then remind yourself no matter how deep it goes, you will be able to heal it, because you have been able to heal every single wound inflicted on your heart and soul before. You will be able to find the light at the end of the wound, because you have found a way before.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

nocrimeinthewasteland

IN THE FIFTH GIF HE PATS THE CUPS WITH HIS LITTLE PAWS TO MAKE SURE IT’S IN. BRB, DYING.

ARE YOU KIDDING? LOOK AT THE 7TH GIF HOW HE JUST HANDS THE CUPS TO THE PERSON AND IS LIKE, “HERE HUMAN, YOUR FEEBLE TASK FOR ME IS COMPLETE. NOW LEAVE US BE.”

notoriouslywitty-deactivated201

THEY’RE SO CUTE, OMG. I CAN’T.

crunkellove-blog

THE GREATEST THING ON THE INTERNET SINCE THE LAST TIME OTTERS WERE IN A THING ON THE INTERNET.

thespectacularspider-girl

all-aboard-the-bane-train

Reblogging purely for the last one

voxeterna1

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem. Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm. They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine. Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle. I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.