JILDO.

ledunkdelamort:

I have faith

I still think of him as “muh boiiee” because of the fact that he was on my fantasy team a really long time ago.

(Source: classactsandgymrats)

derpycats:

Addy captured seconds after a yawn. I call this her Pfffffft! face

I miss this little guy.

boniverotica:

Bon Iver surprised me with a scavenger hunt. His cryptic riddles and clues written in India ink lead me all over our property. In the crumbling granary, where he stepped on a nail last summer, a note is tucked in the rusted fuselage of a wheelbarrow that has in recent years been repurposed as the home and nursery of a family of rural pigeons.  Beneath our bedroom window, ants exploring the redolent peonies have discovered his folded paper message as well.

One note, wrapped around the wire of a fence in the northern pasture, is decorated with a drawing of an ovenbird, a creature that he has always likened to me for the loud song that erupts from its miniature form.

The final note asks me to return to the house. There is no great climactic finish to this adventure, but he has taken the time since I left to remake the bed with clean sheets, to tidy the kitchen, and to prepare me a cup of tea.

fuckitbukowskiwasright:

go-and-catch-a-falling-star:

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legs

(via sequins)