swarbles.
sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.
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dogs are really cool and i love them
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i don’t ever wanna kiss anyone who doesn’t love animals
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i’m at my psychiatrist’s office and somebody upstairs is playing a very difficult piece on piano and they’re making small mistakes but i want to...
the love competition, by brent hoff and wholphin.
one of my dearest friends sent me this link, and it is so beautiful.
a letter written by Mr. Stephen Fry to a girl suffering from depression
i have no idea who stephen fry is, but this makes me like him a lot.
(via jasterisfett)
this is a video of puppies on christmas.
this is a video of people getting puppies for christmas.
hummingbirds flock to a home in balstrop, texas.
“An elderly couple walked into the lobby of the Mayo Clinic for a checkup and spotted a piano. They’ve been married for 62 years and he’ll be 90 this year.”
Julian and Robbie performing Spare the Dark Streets, in a dark street behind the Bottom Lounge.
Video by GONZO CHICAGO.
saturday died in my arms last night. yesterday i had a feeling it would be that day. i just had a feeling. i have never watched something die before. he wouldn’t eat or drink and just wanted to snuggle, and as soon as he stopped breathing, his teeth clenched and his entire body went stiff. i was really confused and am really fucking sad. he had a nice last day, though. after i came home from the darkroom my dad and i gave him a warm bath in the backyard while he nibbled on apples. then i wrapped him up in a little towel burrito and we walked all around the neighborhood and it sounds stupid but i just showed him all these flowers, because i thought maybe he, in his lil rabbit brain, would think they were really pretty or something. i think he did. and i talked to him a lot yesterday, more than usual. told him about when i first met him, told him about a bunch of nice times we’d had together in case he’d forgotten in his old age. i sound silly being this sentimental about a rabbit but honestly he was one of my best friends. and when someone or something is there almost your whole life, whether it’s a person, or an animal, or even something dumb like a table or a blanket, you feel it when it leaves. i suppose it was time. but it doesn’t make it easier. he has been there almost my whole life. (14 years! he was insane) it’s crazy. fuck. loved that little buddy. so fucking much.
this makes me want to cry.
