My new buddy at work. We’re getting along quite well (Thanks Sarah!)
“That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” —F. Scott...
Goodnight/ Good Morning, tumblroos, everywhere <3
I’m going to try and go crazy and fall asleep.
glitterbubbles:
you can’t change that by getting all… bendy.
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Oddly pleasing sensation
Working from a bit before noon until 6 pm
Then from 8 to midnight
Coming home
Taking off shoes and socks
Trimming toenails
Everyone: you should go to bed.
Me: no.
And that’s how I know I’m sick. Because I always want to go to bed. Bed is great. I just want to get a few thousand things done first.
anyway, I might be a little sick. I took these pictures yesterday, I was probably going to tell you a story about how, everyday for the past several years, after our walk, I would take Cowboy over to run in AuntPretty1’s yard and hang out with Bowie and when Cowboy died and Jazz came along, I starting taking her. It’s important for dog cousins to hang out with each other, even if they mostly ignore each other. I just liked the look of those snaps in my sweater pocket.
Any girl under the age of 17 is the enemy.
Paris Gellar at her craft station; my tumblr is almost complete!