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Golden Retriever / Siberian Husky mix

That is seriously the cutest puppy I’ve ever seen.

I want 12.

I believe the scientific name is ‘fluffy toasted marshmallow’. Trust me I’m a scientist.


making miniature book pendants… full of stamp prints, hand drawings, book page cut outs and recycled leather

(via thursdayofravens)

Anonymous asked: i recognize how creepy this may be to receive..(creepier to send) and frankly, i abstain from ever sending anyone anything over here anon... but i suppose there's a time to break one's rules. came across your site from a friend's- seems that you may go to NHIA.. but anyway, just thought I'd say, you're extremely beautiful, so much so that i (commonly a rather shy and reserved guy) felt compelled to tell you. perhaps i'll be lucky to bump into you in person. if not, no worries, best wishes.

Considering I have an ex-boyfriend who has stalked me in the past and refuses to unfollow me on tumblr, yes, I find this not only extremely creepy but also anxiety inducing, thank you for setting my anxiety on edge this morning anon. Either stop being a creep and message me off anon or kindly fuck right off. I don’t need this shit.

Today, for the first time in a year, I meditated

It feels like a constant battle for me to overcome an overwhelming sense of loneliness I feel. I go between the motions of indulgence, resignation, and defiance. 

Well, today I feel okay. I feel lonely (as per usual) but not overwhelmed by it. I’m learning to be okay with myself and by myself again. I always am yearning for companionship, both of the romantic and the platonic sorts, but rarely do I have both, and most often I feel I have neither. Overall, though, I’ve found friends here that I can spend my days with, and be alright. In this case friend being less than a companion. 

I want to make the most of the time I have here this semester, without letting my loneliness get the best of me, because it doesn’t have to. It’s okay to be to myself, because I’m not so bad. 



i’m sitting up in bed, moving through desert halfway between utah and las vegas. yesterday was our ninth show in eleven days. every night, after i play, and say hi, and take pictures, and i walk up the stairs and we go on our way, i set up in this little bed office. i work from midnight until…

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This week feels like a blur looking back on it. Monday was my birthday, Tuesday and Wednesday I was sick, Thursday my Kerouac romanticizing cousin came to town at the end of his journey, and Friday my art history class went to the a site-specific contemporary art sculpture garden.

The Fattoria di Celle, or Celle Farm is located in Pistoia, in the Tuscany region of Italy (not too far from…

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Here’s to not looking like a bum today

Here’s to not looking like a bum today