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Photographer Tim Carter captured these adorable images of this Red Fox playing, stretching and sleeping in the snow. 

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Reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.

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HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.

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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??

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Marry someone who lets you have a bite of their brownie, even when you said you weren’t hungry. Marry someone who laughs at the same things you do. Marry someone who kisses your nose on a cold day. Marry someone who you can watch Disney movies with. Marry someone who is proud of you whether you earn £5 a week or £5,000 a week. Marry someone who you can tell everything to. Marry someone who isn’t afraid or embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Marry someone who lets you take over when decorating a cake. Marry someone who you can spend the day in Ikea with without feeling stressed. Marry someone who wraps you up inside their coat in the winter. Marry someone who accepts your fears and phobias. Marry someone who gives you butterflies every time you hear their key in the door. Marry someone who you don’t always have to shave your legs for. Marry someone who accepts you all day every day, even when you don’t look or feel your best. Marry someone who puts three sugars in your tea, despite telling them “just the two”. Marry someone who doesn’t judge you when you eat your body weight in cookies. Marry someone who doesn’t make you want to check your phone, because you know they will reply. Marry someone who waits with you to get on the train. Marry someone who understands that you need to be alone sometimes. Marry someone who gets on well with your parents and isn’t uptight about family events. Marry someone who calms you down when you get mad about stupid stuff, and never tells you it’s “only stupid stuff”. Marry someone who makes you want to be a better person. Marry someone who makes you laugh. Marry someone who you love. Marry your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

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So you have chosen aloneness. You have chosen the security and the relative freedom of solitude, because there is no risk involved. You can stay up every night and watch your TV shows and eat ice cream out of the box and scroll through your Tumblr and never let your brain sit still, not even for a moment. You can fill your days up with books and coffees and trips to the store where you forget what you wanted the second you walk in the automatic sliding door. You can do so many little, pointless things throughout the day that all you can think of is how badly you want to sleep, how heavy your whole body is, how much your feet hurt. You can wear yourself out again and again on the pavement, and you do, and it feels good.
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.

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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…

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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