you'll find dogs here. lots of dogs. and photos of pretty things, and tiny houses, and good art, and other things i fancy. but mostly dogs.

Windows open, blankets acquired, dogs settled. Commence happy cold(ish)-weather sleepies.


ppl always ask me “”what are you going to do with your degree”“ and “"if you wanna get a PHD how do you plan on paying for it"" and ""where are you gonna move after college"" but here is the thing:

i am very powerful and cute and im gonna float through this world one day at a time. please leave me alone. 


so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails


Gang of four (by Photass) // Swedish Lapphunds



all you could ever need in a book

Lolz. I think if L and I wrote one, it would be something like The Russo-German Book of Weird Flirtations, Not-Quite-Paleo Recipes, and How to Become a Walking Embodiment of the Internet.




Ah yes, the American Motors Corporation WTF 500. We had one of those when I was a kid. It had one V8 per set of four wheels. Got about 6 MPG. It was pretty roomy, though, but it could have used more than 1 door. 

All I can think about is how I’d go about converting it to a tiny home. I may have a problem.

Good morning. I would like to throw myself into the great abyss.

And also set things on fire.

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare. —Caitlin Moran (via thedivinesociety)
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it. —Mark Twain (via purplebuddhaproject)


makeyourownfuckingluck next time you catch me whistling middle-earthen melodies for the third consecutive hour or (badly) singing the Sweeney Todd soundtrack in the shower, just remember, things could be much worse.



Sheba - malinois x siberian husky

… :o ….. :O ….:O

Interesting, so if I gene-spliced Evey and Lyra this would be the result. HMMMMMM.


Epic, autumn 2013

Every time I see pictures of your dogs, I just smile and melt into a puddle. They are so beautiful/handsome. Man, I wish I had a dog... :(

Ah thank you! I wish you had a dog, too ;o; Annoying little shits sometimes, but they do keep my world turning.

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