For the first time ever I had a dream about being on my hoop. 
It was magical. 
I didn’t want to wake up.
(I’m posting beauties all day.)

For the first time ever I had a dream about being on my hoop. 

It was magical. 

I didn’t want to wake up.

(I’m posting beauties all day.)

Somebunny feels like a kinky little fucker today. 
Somebody needs to exploit that. 

Somebunny feels like a kinky little fucker today. 

Somebody needs to exploit that. 

(Source: kawaiicatsilike)

She said she loves flowersbecause they speak her language. 

She said 
she loves flowers
because they speak her language. 

I choose every day to seek out beauty. To seek out peace. To seek out light. To find beauty in the dark. To soak it up in those tiny temporary moments, to carry it with me so I can be sustained when things feel scary or cruel. I started doing this consciously at work when I was fresh out of college. My job involves other people’s trauma. If you can’t recharge in between shifts you burn out and crash. But these are good skills regardless, for people who drain you, ailments that maim you, times of loss or mourning. It’s a practice, and sometimes I’m pulled away from it, I get weighed down with the anxious swirl of thoughts, the never ending babble in my head, the critical voice that nips at my heels. The pain. 
Certain moments make it feel easy though; sunsets, crescendos, colours so rich you want to put them in your mouth, kisses that take your breath away, the musical sound of little laughter, genuine and unabashed. 
Seek them out, even if just for fleeting seconds in a neighbours garden, chasing down the ice cream truck, someone driving by blaring the perfect song from the windows. Maybe the rest of the day was utter desperate shit, but that split second he paused before he kissed you the last time and you could smell your past and your future and his cologne… Lean into those moments, smile so big your cheeks hurt, make a joyful sound, breathe deeply and fill yourself up. 

I choose every day to seek out beauty. To seek out peace. To seek out light. To find beauty in the dark. To soak it up in those tiny temporary moments, to carry it with me so I can be sustained when things feel scary or cruel. I started doing this consciously at work when I was fresh out of college. My job involves other people’s trauma. If you can’t recharge in between shifts you burn out and crash. But these are good skills regardless, for people who drain you, ailments that maim you, times of loss or mourning. It’s a practice, and sometimes I’m pulled away from it, I get weighed down with the anxious swirl of thoughts, the never ending babble in my head, the critical voice that nips at my heels. The pain. 

Certain moments make it feel easy though; sunsets, crescendos, colours so rich you want to put them in your mouth, kisses that take your breath away, the musical sound of little laughter, genuine and unabashed. 

Seek them out, even if just for fleeting seconds in a neighbours garden, chasing down the ice cream truck, someone driving by blaring the perfect song from the windows. Maybe the rest of the day was utter desperate shit, but that split second he paused before he kissed you the last time and you could smell your past and your future and his cologne… Lean into those moments, smile so big your cheeks hurt, make a joyful sound, breathe deeply and fill yourself up. 

(Source: dnlhdt)

Today was beautiful, the kind of day you wish would never end. 

The lovely rubydelabooby for asleepylioness and her Coffee Club

Today was beautiful, the kind of day you wish would never end. 

The lovely rubydelabooby for asleepylioness and her Coffee Club
Pretty glittery carousel horse ballerina Dita?
This is everything I ever wanted.
Today is a day for posting whimsical beauties. 

Pretty glittery carousel horse ballerina Dita?

This is everything I ever wanted.

Today is a day for posting whimsical beauties. 

(Source: wonderwomanzombies)

The robin’s nest was knocked down in the storm. We did what we could but it was too late, they didn’t make it through the night. Nature is a wild beast, I know this, but it still hurts when little things don’t get a chance.
"But I don’t want them to be dead," says the small quivering voice.
"I know sweetie, but their time on this Earth as little birdies is over."
(How else do you explain?)
We will have a proper funeral in our garden, and pout that life just isn’t fair sometimes. 

By Lora Zombie

The robin’s nest was knocked down in the storm. We did what we could but it was too late, they didn’t make it through the night. Nature is a wild beast, I know this, but it still hurts when little things don’t get a chance.

"But I don’t want them to be dead," says the small quivering voice.

"I know sweetie, but their time on this Earth as little birdies is over."

(How else do you explain?)

We will have a proper funeral in our garden, and pout that life just isn’t fair sometimes. 

By Lora Zombie

(Source: fc05.deviantart.net)

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