420ferret:

penfairy:

I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea 

this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes

namiira:

phil0kalia:

markv5:

Когда за окном дождь, но ты толстый, пушистый кот и сидишь дома, и жизнь прекрасна…

Thankyou for your translations.

aconissa:

this is the kind of hard-hitting news we need more of

critical-perspective:

thegrandweebofedenderry:

lordthundercox:

marhaba-maroc-algerie-tunisie:

Morocco

Ain’t much in this world the uneases me but those conical towers of spice have me on the edge.

hey guys mind if i turn on my fan it’s pretty warm in here

spacelesbians:

father, son and the holy spirit

awanqi:

a series : sanctus [part 1]

night-rooms:

u ever just thinking…. im v lonely lol but tryna stay calm abt it cuz otherwise u would have a breakdown..but like…everyone has other ppl but u and ur like a lost bitter lemon who is laying in bed feeling so lame. other ppl r out havin fun. dancing. living life. smiling. talking to other ppl. and ur.. just..with the long legged flying spider creature in ur room thinking too hard abt how actually ur just alone and miserable and forgotten and a bit pointless…