Stuff Your Eyes With Wonder...

Cattes & books & Animal Crossing & tea & rants


I hate when guys are like “oh you’re not one of those girls that’s going to order a salad for dinner are you?” MAYBE I AM. MAYBE I FUCKING LIKE SALADS. HAVE YOU EVEN TASTED RASPBERRY VINAIGRETTE. 

(Source: rib-caged, via azraelschild)



When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.

thank you

and before anyone says anything about selfies- those are controlled photos. 

(via flyingakiteatnight)

  • Me: ah, yes. Home alone. I can do whatever I want!
  • Me: *turns TV up a couple notches*
  • Me: *watches YouTube videos without headphones*
  • Me: getting crazy up in here

by proseandpassion:

Alice in Wonderland display in the window of our local Waterstones. I think the bookshops here are doing roaring business (with the tourists) by exploiting Oxford authors Lewis Carroll, JRR Tolkien, etc.  Marketing of their work and all sorts of associated merchandise has become much more visible in recent years.

(via bookporn)