Moss bed, Queen 1986/ 2005
20 cubic yards of peat moss formed to a queen size bed
savannah. saskatoon, saskatchewan.
i sometimes think that i have it all figured out but who am i fucking kidding? i am as lost as i ever was.
i mostly reblog but there is a rare occasion every now &again where i lose my shit & spill my guts.
last fm & twitter.
my dog wont stop growling at a corner of my room im so scared theres probably an alien living in here im going to die farewell world
my 180 pound dog is scared of this ball with inefficient sunglasses on it. thanks for the A+ protection buddy
My dog ran away from me terrified because I had whipped cream on my finger
"I don’t want to write anymore. What I want to know is what you say when you see someone beautiful and interesting walking down the street. You pick them right out of the crowd. You want to explain “You are special, I can tell. You must have magic powers or you are a really great person to talk to, or you have a smile that makes me want to try harder; to be a better person.”"
"The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny."
Albert Ellis (via thatkindofwoman)
Relevant today.(via ellens)