1. Love will enter, cloaked in friendship’s name.
    — Ovid (via erraticintrovert)

    Hmm yes. Well I think in my case it must be wearing a cloak of invisibility.

    (Source: quotedojo, via alittleaberration)

     

  2. Rawr.

     


  3. So I have decided that the biggest mystery in life (you know besides the big questions like “Does God exist?” “What is the meaning of life?” and “Why do women get fat injected into their lips, do they know it makes them look like platypuses?” (because it really does)) is where do all of the bobby pins go? Really, based on the amount of bobby pins I have bought in my lifetime I should at least have a large ice cream bucket full. But every six months or so I can’t seem to find any so I have to go and buy another package. Are they like homing bobby pins that are trained to return to the company who makes them after two uses? Do they disintegrate? Are there actually little borrower type people in my house who steals them and uses them to construct tiny homes inside of my walls? Where do they go?

     

  4. colchrishadfield:

    Regina, SK, cleanly etched into the prairie by the February snow.

    (via literarynerd)

     

  5. Haaaaiiiirrrr.

     

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  8. My two Valentines - Vagabond and my bed, I love them both.

     

  9. Hot hot hot.

     

  10. (Source: hoppip, via catnapevergreen)