Tiny Hand ♡♡♡♡♡

just sitting on the floor, sighing and making angry noises. feel so irritated but there’s nothing I can do right this second. just had such annoying things happen today. ugh.

So I went to Wilkinson’s today to pick up an order of like plates and stuff, and now I’m home and they’ve literally given me less than half of my order…And I couldn’t check before because it was so bubble wrapped up. Ugh…I just…people are so annoying *lays on floor and gives up on going outside for anything* I should’ve just gotten it delivered, this is why I never go outside/buy anything in store (yes yes such a first world problem but it was some boring, tiresome thing I had to do and now it was basically a waste of my time..)


"We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds."

let me introduce myself

1. the meaning behind my url
2. a picture of me
3. tattoos i have
4. last time i cried and why
5. piercings i have
6. favorite band
7. biggest turn off(s)
8. top 5 (insert subject)
9. tattoos i want
10. biggest turn on(s)
11. age
12. ideas of a perfect date
13. life goal(s)
14. piercings i want
15. relationship status
16. favorite movie
17. a fact about my life
18. phobia
19. middle name
20. anything you want to ask

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.

Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

why am I expected to exist in real life while I playing through game series. I just want to play every assassins creed game all the way through without having other life responsibilities or having to eat or sleep, ugh.


John Constable,  Cloud Study (detail), n.d.

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I walked outside to find this little shit taking a nap and eating flowers