Photographer Tim Carter captured these adorable images of this Red Fox playing, stretching and sleeping in the snow.
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.
I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog
More people reblogged this than there are in my state??
More people reblogged this than there are in my COUNTRY??
No one will ever bridge that gap and point to your stomach or your hair or your eyes in the mirror and magically make you see the wonderful things about getting to be next to you. And maybe that’s it, after all, this fear that no one will ever truly feel about you the way you want to be felt about. Maybe what you want is someone to make you love yourself, to put sense into all that positive rhetoric, to make it so the aloneness of TV and blasting music in your ears at all times isn’t the most happy place you can think of. Maybe you want someone who makes you so sure of how wonderful things are that you cannot help but to tell them your feelings first, even at the risk of being humiliated. Because you will know that, when you’re telling them you love them, what you’re really saying is “I love who I become when I am with you.
Chelsea Fagan, For When You Think That No One Will Love You (via perfect)
Bout sums up my life.
I feel like I fucked up what we had; our friendship, our relationship, how you look at me. I might still be broken, I might still be slowly piecing myself together, but I don’t need you to fix me. I just need you to love me for who I am and be there for me.
I’m not good with words, and I’m not good at keeping friendships for long; to be honest I don’t think I’m good at much other than being able to destroy everything good I touch. I’ve gotten a lot better though, and you’re not that easy to push away. I didn’t see you for 2 days, didn’t get to hear you laugh, see your smile, get to hug you… And for those 2 days I thought maybe I could do it; but I thought about you too much.
I feel like I’m writing some sort of stupid love story that ended terribly. And I guess for me it kinda is. I love everything about you, I love how you can tease me and get away with it, how we joke, that we go out for walks or drives or coffee or food, how I can be with you not saying a thing and it’s not awkward, how it doesn’t bother me when you see me naked, that when I’m with you I feel beautiful. And I feel like because of this one mistake I have just torn away everything.
I should be sleeping, but all I can think about is how I’m sleeping alone tonight, regardless of the fact that we both work early tomorrow. My bed still has the faintest scent of you left. And I know in a few days it’ll be gone… Maybe I should just throw them in the wash right now and get it over with.
But I don’t understand why it hurts so much. I haven’t really lost you, you were never mine. Though I never wanted to be caught, you got a grip me. I fell for your charm, your kindness and understanding, your outlook on life, nature, and people, and your smile. I don’t know what you saw in me, you’ve mentioned a couple things, things I try and see. I try to be a better person than I used to be every day; I find little things that make me happy, things that make me look forward to tomorrow. Right now I’m just trying to take things by the hour… Because you say you aren’t leaving, but the look in your eye makes me nervous. If I could explain this to you I would, but I’m worried it would just push you away more. That’s why I’ve been so distant. I’m sorry I’m so difficult lately. I like the person I am with you a lot better, she just doesn’t come out very often…