chocolate-covered stardust

just a place where i reblog anything and everything about myself or that i relate to. great way to get to know me for those of you who are interested.

My sister’s parakeet died today… We found her lying on the bottom of her cage this morning. She’d been having problems with her leg lately, but she made the most of it, hobbling around on her good foot and climbing the walls like the adventurer she was. After a very emotional couple of hours and a makeshift family burial service in a little park nearby, I thought I’d display my heartache on the internet as well. Cupcake was a three- or four-year-old (we didn’t know for sure) female rare/blue budgie with the sweetest personality I’ve ever known in a bird. She loved to drink water droplets off your fingers and have her cheek scratched; her favorite color was orange and if she could, she’d spend hours looking out the window. She only ever sung if she was shutting up Cobalt (my budgie) or if she absolutely had something to say. Everything fascinated her little mind and she was rarely frightened. 
I’m going to miss you, pretty little bird. I hope you find Goshawk somewhere - you two would have liked each other.
intrepidprofessor:

plasmatics-life:

Milky Way | (by Carlos Maxwell)

"You don’t understand.For every light you turn off, more lights come out.”I love the wilderness, but if anything, I love it even more at night without any nearby light sources. The farther away you are from civilization, the brighter the sky will be.

intrepidprofessor:

plasmatics-life:

Milky Way | (by Carlos Maxwell)

"You don’t understand.
For every light you turn off, more lights come out.”

I love the wilderness, but if anything, I love it even more at night without any nearby light sources. The farther away you are from civilization, the brighter the sky will be.

(via late-musings)

google wished me a happy birthday and i feel loved.

“Millions of people are suffering: they want to be loved but they don’t know how to love. And love cannot exist as a monologue; it is a dialogue, a very harmonious one.”

—   Osho (via psych-facts)
chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

(via late-musings)

mistletoevests:

why are bras and period products so fucking expensive okay this shit pisses me off, it’s not like i asked for boobs or for my vagina to destroy itself every month

(Source: suhostomp, via lindsaylohoean)

fedswatching:

pour one out to the neopets we left for dead

image

(via heliolisk)

If Movie Posters Were Neon Signs

disneyfansonly:

snitchykermit:

the-disney-posts:

Holy neon sign Batman! This is awesomeness.

If Movie Posters Were Neon Signs

This is such a cool illusion

oh wow, we get you all love batman but hey like:

THAT WOULD BE SUPER

(via these-times-shall-pass)

memeguy-com:

Repost from last year Happy th of July to my fellow dog owners

memeguy-com:

Repost from last year Happy th of July to my fellow dog owners

edating:

yes ur allowed to have other friends u just have to love me more

(via lindsaylohoean)