It *is* a balloon…. 
because it’s KinkyCasey's birthday today!
(Send her lovely wishes and naughty pictures here.)

It *is* a balloon…. 

because it’s KinkyCasey's birthday today!

(Send her lovely wishes and naughty pictures here.)

(Source: bellematthews33)

herdirtylittleheart:

I have always been terrible at sitting still. I just can’t do it. I fidget. I fuss. I adjust. I squirm. 
One of my first jobs in my field after graduating was at a prestigious hospital. We had 7am morning rounds and they were excruciating. The doctors would pretend to care about our thoughts and observations on our clients during the 23 hours and 50 minutes they weren’t on our unit. (We knew full well it had no bearing and they would make their diagnosis and recommendations based on the 10 minutes they were involved anyway.)
Once I realised how pointless these meetings were I started playing a game. I would watch one colleague at a time and count how many seconds they could sit still for.
It turns out, after careful research, I am more fidgety than the average person. 

herdirtylittleheart:

I have always been terrible at sitting still. I just can’t do it. I fidget. I fuss. I adjust. I squirm. 

One of my first jobs in my field after graduating was at a prestigious hospital. We had 7am morning rounds and they were excruciating. The doctors would pretend to care about our thoughts and observations on our clients during the 23 hours and 50 minutes they weren’t on our unit. (We knew full well it had no bearing and they would make their diagnosis and recommendations based on the 10 minutes they were involved anyway.)

Once I realised how pointless these meetings were I started playing a game. I would watch one colleague at a time and count how many seconds they could sit still for.

It turns out, after careful research, I am more fidgety than the average person. 

These panties make me think of jellybeans.
Which just reminded me there is Easter candy I should be eating.
(The Easter bunny spoiled me rotten, naturally.)

These panties make me think of jellybeans.

Which just reminded me there is Easter candy I should be eating.

(The Easter bunny spoiled me rotten, naturally.)

Whan. 

Today has been painful. 

Physically and emotionally. 

Spiritually I’m okay though. So there’s that. 

Now for fucks sake clicky and watch that video because even in my addled state it made me laugh so hard I almost peed.

(Source: weloveshortvideos.com)

"You can’t reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns."
— Mark Twain (via wordsnquotes)
Happiest Earth Day. <3


herdirtylittleheart: 
"Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom.  It is as true as sunbeams."  
-Douglas Jerrold

Happiest Earth Day. <3

herdirtylittleheart

"Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom.  It is as true as sunbeams."  

-Douglas Jerrold

There&#8217;s a shop near my house that&#8217;s gone out of business. There&#8217;s a &#8220;for sale&#8221; sign in the window and you can tell nobody&#8217;s been there in weeks. In the front window there&#8217;s a large creeping vine-ish plant in a bucket sized container. Over it&#8217;s time in the shop it&#8217;s sprawled and grown up against the windows. It&#8217;s always been healthy and vibrant, soaking up the sunlight, but they left it there. Abandoned with the dream of the sweet little shop that couldn&#8217;t keep it&#8217;s doors open. Nobody has watered it in weeks, it&#8217;s starting to turn brown and die, the whole big jungle of a plant, slowly wilting and yellowing and fading. When I walk by it I am compelled to rescue it, I&#8217;ve found myself thinking about it more often than I should, and last night when I was in bed tossing and turning I was quietly plotting a break-in to snatch the plant and bring it back to life. Some instincts are hard to fight. 

There’s a shop near my house that’s gone out of business. There’s a “for sale” sign in the window and you can tell nobody’s been there in weeks. In the front window there’s a large creeping vine-ish plant in a bucket sized container. Over it’s time in the shop it’s sprawled and grown up against the windows. It’s always been healthy and vibrant, soaking up the sunlight, but they left it there. Abandoned with the dream of the sweet little shop that couldn’t keep it’s doors open. Nobody has watered it in weeks, it’s starting to turn brown and die, the whole big jungle of a plant, slowly wilting and yellowing and fading. When I walk by it I am compelled to rescue it, I’ve found myself thinking about it more often than I should, and last night when I was in bed tossing and turning I was quietly plotting a break-in to snatch the plant and bring it back to life. Some instincts are hard to fight. 

(Source: warriorsofmightandmagic)

"I could have every single part of your body pressed against mine and I’d still say ‘pull me closer’."
— (via carving-backbone)

(Source: bettertomatter)


Saw them dancing in your eyesLike shadows in the nightDoing pirouettes around the starsWe were running in a hazeI remember every shadeIn my veins and they shot up sparks
Atmosphere, 2014
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Saw them dancing in your eyes
Like shadows in the night
Doing pirouettes around the stars
We were running in a haze
I remember every shade
In my veins and they shot up sparks

Atmosphere, 2014

Facebook Page / Society 6

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