It was kind of bleh outside today so we went to the museum.

When in the middle of winter, I can bear it.


Winter has to come eventually, and I live with it, I deal with it, because even though winter is tough, unrelenting, cold as ice, and as wet as rain, there are times when it is beautiful…..maybe only in moments, but the beauty is there.

Spring, now that’s a different story, in fact it’s a new story… a new chapter, a new birth.

A rebirth, a burst of colour, a brighter day, a cooler breeze.

Spring gives us hope again, and makes us feel positive.

I love Spring.

(via zzzeee)

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this is literally my favorite song right now

(via quothtehblackbirdnevermoar)

ArtistBadly Drawn Boy
TitleThe Shining
AlbumThe Hour Of The Bewilderbeast

It’s the perfect weather for sidewalk chalk.

PMS is making my nerves extremely raw and I have next to no patience and Bug has been testing boundaries all damn day and UGGGGHHH, I’m snappy as fuck at everyone and, for the first time in a very long time, I feel like a shitty mom.

I see tumblr has unfollowed people for me. 


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i’ve got my feet on the ground
and i don’t go to sleep to dream
you’ve got your head in the clouds
you’re not at all what you seem
this mind, this body, and this voice
cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
so don’t forget what i told you,
don’t come around,
i got my own hell to raise

(via donotcallmeashley)

ArtistFiona Apple
TitleSleep to Dream

i see chickens and frogs - but no hank!!! i hope they are still BFFs!

I’m assuming he was somewhere near her chair. He was definitely around. No worries, the Bug+Hank love is still going strong.

Preferred TV watching method at the moment.

Preferred TV watching method at the moment.

I broke my Kindle screen yesterday and I’m unreasonably* sad about this because it was one of the great loves of my life.

*I say unreasonably because I have 3 phones, an ipad, an ipod and a computer with Kindle apps/accessibility so it’s not like I don’t have a way to read my books. BUT THEY ARE NOT MY KINDLE.

Oh my god please let a sinkhole open up beneath only me and let it swallow me up

Firehouse Subs has something called a New York Steamer. Because D and I are forever 13, we always call them Cleveland Steamers (if you don’t know what it is, just spare yourself and don’t look it up, OK?).

So he just had me go pick up lunch for him at Firehouse and I think you know where this is going.

I can never come here again.