i am enough.

hennnypotter:

Ladies and germs: Ball, of Ball and Goats.

we’re makin’ a movie. and then another one.

mynameisabi replied to your post: Random Superhero Generator!

If this were a movie, you and Henny would become mortal enemies due to her jealousy of your giraffe control. At the end, you’d kiss and make up and then the three of us would team up together to make the sequel.

yes!

also, duh.

also, i would only control them to make them give her kisses and giraffe rides.

i would also nicely ask them to give James rides and kisses too, because he also hearts the ‘raffes. 

somewhereblank:

Jennifer

I love them. Ruby & Jen.

I think these photos are wonderful. 

<3

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Jenny says a life with no balloons is no life at all.

I couldn’t agree more. 

(via girlandoctopi)

This instantly made me think of Jenny. In the relatively short time I’ve known her she has helped me remember that big heavy stones aren’t always as big and heavy as they seem. She reminds me, when they press down on my chest so all I can do is wiggle my toes and my fingers, she reminds me and she breathes and great big powerful breath and she uses her mighty strength and she pushes boulders as if they were pebbles. And sometimes when she has a big heavy stone on her, sometimes I remember my own strength and I reach into the basket we made and I find two pairs of wings, one for each of us and we leave the stones on the sand and we fly up into the clouds holding hands, because holding hands means I love you, and I do, love her. 

(via anoldschoolghoul)

rhamphotheca:

Green Peafowl (Pavo muticus)

from A monograph of the Phasianidae, Family of the pheasants, 1872, by Daniel G. Elliot

hennnypotter:

make time for the ones you love <3

<3 <3 <3

i want. to lick. your face. 

(Source: atmosphererose)

sabino:by ana luisa pinto

This is for the women. 

to the mama lions. 

to the fierce feminists. 

to the frilly lacy flowery butterflies who remind me why we’re made of sugar and everything nice. 

to the rockers and the punks and the edgy dames who add all the spice. 

to the brilliant minds and soaring hearts. 

to the brave ones who find just the right way of describing the hurt of heartache. 

to the lonely and lost and wandering and wondering. 

to the ones who lend me and extra set of wings when my head is to heavy to lift.

to the ones who share chocolate on bridges in the sunshine. 

to the ones who love themselves enough to love others and also enough to walk away when that’s the last thing they want but the one thing they need. 

to all of you, but especially to the ones who have reached out with the most genuine and honest love, even in just the smallest of ways. i appreciate you. i so appreciate you. you inspire me and in the darkest of tunnels you remind me who i am. thank you.