I should know better than to “friend” family members on Facebook.
I should know better than to Facebook.
A Collected Style:
Duffle & Shuffle
The Duffle coat is another essential for the up and coming winter season. It’s hooded and pretty roomy for your layering needs, plus its buttons are replaced with toggles which is pretty dope. Be sure to get your hands one before the snow hits the ground. P.S. I’m in love with the striped sweater I found last weekend so I had to style it twice :)
Outfit Details: Brown Duffle Coat by Tommy Hilfiger, Consignment Store $50 || Striped Knit Sweater, Salvation Army $1 || Chambray Button Down, Salvation Army $3 || 508 Jeans by Levis, $40 || 6 Inch Bean Boots by L.L. Bean $50
Be Wise. Be Free. Be Great. Be Forgiving. Be Ambitious. Be YOU.
i think this is the only time I have ever seen Tom get frustrated and sarcastic and i love it
This is the last photo I took of George before he passed away at 17, sound asleep on a cushion that he wasn’t allowed on. I have submitted him before, a couple of months ago, but I wanted to put a small memorial on here, along with a heartfelt plea to people to rescue the difficult pets, the shy and the elderly.
I first met George at his foster home, hiding behind a piece of furniture so that I could only see his nose. His foster carer seemed surprised when I said I’d take such an unsociable cat, but I’m a sucker for a sob story - I was living on my own at the time after an unpleasant breakup and I had a feeling we could help each other out. He’d been taken in by the Farnham and Wey Valley Cats Protection League in Surrey, England after his elderly owner passed away and he was even lonelier than I was.
He was incredibly inventive at hiding and I didn’t see him for the first six weeks I had him - I only knew he was there because the bowls emptied and the litter tray filled! Eventually he started joining me on the bed at night, which gave me enormous pleasure, and finally I started seeing him in the day. After six months he sat on my lap for the first time and from that point we were best friends - he craved affection and was never far away, always tripping me up or pawing me demanding attention. He developed an especially charming (but quite annoying) habit of laying on my chest and licking my beard.
He helped out when I started dating again: my girlfriend loves animals and has since confided in me that having a cat was a real plus as far as she was concerned.
He never got over his fear of strangers and very few of my friends and family have seen him in the flesh but he was our best friend and constant companion, totally in charge of the household when it was just us but wary of visitors - except my friend Mark, who he only met a few times but whose lap he sat on and even got into his bag to try and go home with him! Oddly though, he was never afraid of fireworks or moving house (which we did three times due to unfortunate circumstances).
Although I’m sad that we only had four years with him I will never regret giving a happy retirement to such a sweet-natured, loving creature who never once showed aggression but just wanted safety and affection.
The place would have been too empty without him so there is a new rescue pet in place (a retired Greyhound), already much loved, but George will never be forgotten.
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What is it called when you put up with the same shit over and over? Having endurance? Infinite patience? Being incredibly fucking stupid?
Sweater Dress - Addition Elle
Taupe Nails - YSL
Burgundy heels - (similar)
i was like this child
I just snorted in a way that would make Sandra Bullock jealous.
Ha! That would have been my response as a mum.
what a beautiful powerful human being
I will always reblog this when it comes up on my dash
Curse whoever I got the hairy gene from! Looking around at my family, I see no evidence. What the hell! #myhairlinestopsatthebeginningofmyback
Finally at peace.
the fact that breast feeding in public is up for discussion
the fact that the sexualization of breasts has gotten to the point where it gets in the way of its sole fucking purpose
So long as you’re discreet about it.
I mean like, public urination ain’t cool.
i don’t know what they taught you in school son but we don’t piss out of our tits
Pommes galette? Open-faced apple pie? Whatever I’m calling it, I want to eat it right now.
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