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guys i’m 22 today :’)

one of my coworkers/friends asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him a puppy, so after his shift he comes back an hour later with this baby, and he even named him after the luv babe of my life. you know you have incredible friends when.

haven’t shown you guys my mug in a weely long time, so hi heres shanny. i’m having a bonfire tonight with close friends as an early birthday get together, birthdays coming up on tuesday, and then new york new york on thursday for two weeks! KISSES U ALL.

like this and i’ll check out your bloggies.

time for a bit of late spring changes.

You have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.

Don Pedro to Benedick, in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing 5.4.41-42   (via likeanoldstory)

(Source: owijaa, via arosary)

givenchyrunway:

Maria Ke Fisherman Fall 2014

sometimes i’m terrified by how content i am to be completely alone

Anonymous: its been a long time since i curled up in the dark and the silence with your words, but the light is glowing pink tonight and it is 4:40 am and a no sleep sunday and the taste of maple lip balm and strong black coffee from a glass mason jar, small yellow post it notes and messy black ink scrawl, highlighted pages. i think, of the thirty or so people in this house, i am the only one awake, and i think i like it that way. i'd let you write yourself all over so many moments, i wouldn't mind at all.

i don’t know if you knew what you were doing, but the sensory details in this have officially ripped my heart into tiny little fragmented pieces and i don’t even want to pick them all up because its the best kind of ache okay. this is fucking lovely, please share your wonderful mind more often with me.