08/23/1998-11/29/2019

Beautiful angel gone too soon. Lover of poetry, cats, but most of all, other people. She wrote this on her blog at 14, and it stayed for the next seven years...this is her divine soul in essence: “I love you. Let's go on adventures and maybe eat some food.”

[betomad]

[trapcard]

GIRL THIS BIG ASS RAT WALKED UP TO ME AND STARTED SNIFFING ME I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEONES DOG AT FIRST BUT I LOOKEE AND STUART LITTLE WAS LOOKING BACK AT ME I HATE NEW YORK

[birdasaurus]

[amargedom]

[abandonedloveseries]

[sandersstudies]

I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”

[heshe]

[captainbarrabear]

[bunjywunjy]

great news everyone only the Irish are allowed to name new species, effective immediately. 

[abbylonian-deactivated20220825]

me playing with a cat: hee hee toy on a string

the cat: what the fucks it gonna take for this bird to die

[afeelgoodblog]

blessed_camouflage

[stunningpicture]

[sasquatchbeefjerky]

wats he doin

[imnotthatinnocent]

[dailymemesposts]

Guess my kitten’s all grown up :/

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?” - Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

[weltenwellen]

“(…) I feel my loneliness so acutely, I go nearly mad.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

[siriuslydandy]

[queensummit]