1. My loves. 😻


  3. Real life

    I’ve been having a rough go of it for the past couple of weeks, battling a bad case of the ol’ “want to be deads”. This happens every fall, has since childhood, but it still took me by surprise—the suddenness and intensity, the overwhelming sadness and the feeling that I could not go on.

    But of course, I can go on, and did, and here I am. And it’s not because anything has changed, that anything went away or got better, exactly. It’s just—that’s how depression works sometimes. Sometimes it’s manageable, sometimes I’m white knuckling, and sometimes I’m looking for something to help me survive this minute, the next minute, and the one after that.

    I’ve been scared to say anything about it to anyone, because of—whatever. Stigma, judgment, feeling weak and ashamed, not wanting to worry anyone, everything. But being honest about it with my fiancé made me feel better and once I started feeling better I remembered: this is a chronic, life-threatening disease. Pretending I don’t have it doesn’t help.

    So, here’s me owning up. Today I’m okay, yesterday was touch and go, and I’m hopeful about tomorrow.

  4. tehzii:





    Paw to the face of LOVE

  5. Things I forgot about bangs: without intervention, bedhead can stick around all day

  6. libutron:

    Violet-backed Starling - Cinnyricinclus leucogaster

    As you can see in these photos, in the African species Cinnyricinclus leucogaster (Passeriformes - Sturnidae) the sexual dimorphism is extreme in terms of coloration plumage. It means that both males and females are  phenotypically different  or have different appearance.

    Males have head, neck, back and tail of brilliant purple. The underside is white. The female, however, is drab; the purple of the male is replaced by olive green feathers and the white underside is flecked with green dashes.

    Reference: [1]

    Photo credit: ©KS Kong | Locality: unknown (2013) | [Top] - [Bottom]

    (via vimandvigour)

  7. fantasticcats:

    Halloween Project: I’ve never owned a dollhouse in my entire life, but when I started seeing pictures of haunted dollhouses I suddenly coveted one like a 7 year old brat.

    Finding one in a thrift store was the best of luck. I’ve been working on it little by little for a few days now. I’m really happy where I got it to this year, and I look forward to adding to it in the future.

    And of course I HAD to make it Fulton’s Funeral Home.

    (via caoine)


  8. "

    If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.

    If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.

    If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.

    If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.

    If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.

    If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

    If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.

    If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.

    If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.

    If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.

    And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.

    Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?


    Dolly Alderton  (via chocolatehighhh)

    I wish every parent taught this to every child. 

    (Source: gaslightgoodbye, via victorianpurgatoryteaparty)

  9. caramichele:

    💀💀💀💀 (at The Screen Door)

    Until you need it.

    (via caoine)