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lohrien:

Illustrations by Kimberly Crick

peace-love-insanity:

lovingmagcon2:

You better fucking reblog this guys

Always.

peace-love-insanity:

lovingmagcon2:

You better fucking reblog this guys

Always.

(Source: us-the-teens, via sun-flowersoul-child)

music4thebasshead:

Carsick #12 : Spazzkid “Lovers”

(via spazzkid)

I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via quotes-shape-us)

I’m making a tribute to the old Punch Bowl…
PHOTOSET LINK

I’m making a tribute to the old Punch Bowl…

PHOTOSET LINK

Love isn’t touch— it’s the mind.

— Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)

(via agentlewoman)

tarafirma:

saturday. 

tarafirma:

saturday. 

(via thatkindofwoman)

alydavart:

I have come to discover that chickens have as varied a range of personalities as people. Some are quiet and shy, other are downright flighty and jump at the tiniest thing, a few are stoic and level-headed, while others are far more clever than any poultry has the right to be, and then there are some that just… defy explanation.
One such bird is my gal, Blue Moon. She is so lacking in the smarts department that I am amazed she doesn’t kill herself on a daily basis. She overreacts at the tiniest things, which often results in her upsetting the entire flock. Sometimes she acts out by running around without reason, flapping and jumping as if she were being pursued by some invisible predator. Other times she’ll go inexplicably aggressive, drawing stiff beatings from the higher, stronger, and more intelligent members of the flock. She’s pushy with the food, never wants to share her “special” nest box, is a flailing idiot when it comes time to perch at night and knocks the other birds off their spots in her attempts to get in just the right position. And on top of all of that, she’s a terrible mother, much to my sorrow and the sorrow of the unfortunate chicks who end up in her care. Her single surviving baby is one of the most maladjusted young roosters I have ever met.
Putting all of that aside, however, she has certain days where she just Never. Shuts. Up. “Is it time to lay an egg? Better scream at the top of my lungs! Oh, hey, there’s my egg! I just laid it! Hey everyone! LOOK AT MY EGG. LOOK AT IT. Oh crap, some geese just flew overhead, holy crap guys. GUYS. GUYS. HEY. Oh hey! WAS THAT THING GOING TO EAT ME? I think that thing is going to EAT ME. NOOOO. What was I doing? OH MAN. FOOD. LOOK AT ALL OF THIS FOOD. There’s a good spot to scratch at over here. WOW, DIRT. Oh crap it’s really windy. I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER WHILE RUNNING OUT OF THE COOP FOR NO REASON, WHO’S WITH ME?!”
Pretty much her only saving grace is that she is a gorgeous bird.

~ “Pretty much her only saving grace is that she is a gorgeous bird.”That could accurately describe some humans, too.

alydavart:

I have come to discover that chickens have as varied a range of personalities as people. Some are quiet and shy, other are downright flighty and jump at the tiniest thing, a few are stoic and level-headed, while others are far more clever than any poultry has the right to be, and then there are some that just… defy explanation.

One such bird is my gal, Blue Moon. She is so lacking in the smarts department that I am amazed she doesn’t kill herself on a daily basis. She overreacts at the tiniest things, which often results in her upsetting the entire flock. Sometimes she acts out by running around without reason, flapping and jumping as if she were being pursued by some invisible predator. Other times she’ll go inexplicably aggressive, drawing stiff beatings from the higher, stronger, and more intelligent members of the flock. She’s pushy with the food, never wants to share her “special” nest box, is a flailing idiot when it comes time to perch at night and knocks the other birds off their spots in her attempts to get in just the right position. And on top of all of that, she’s a terrible mother, much to my sorrow and the sorrow of the unfortunate chicks who end up in her care. Her single surviving baby is one of the most maladjusted young roosters I have ever met.

Putting all of that aside, however, she has certain days where she just Never. Shuts. Up. “Is it time to lay an egg? Better scream at the top of my lungs! Oh, hey, there’s my egg! I just laid it! Hey everyone! LOOK AT MY EGG. LOOK AT IT. Oh crap, some geese just flew overhead, holy crap guys. GUYS. GUYS. HEY. Oh hey! WAS THAT THING GOING TO EAT ME? I think that thing is going to EAT ME. NOOOO. What was I doing? OH MAN. FOOD. LOOK AT ALL OF THIS FOOD. There’s a good spot to scratch at over here. WOW, DIRT. Oh crap it’s really windy. I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER WHILE RUNNING OUT OF THE COOP FOR NO REASON, WHO’S WITH ME?!”

Pretty much her only saving grace is that she is a gorgeous bird.

~ “Pretty much her only saving grace is that she is a gorgeous bird.”
That could accurately describe some humans, too.

(via cluckyeschickens)

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

— David Levithan, Every Day (via quotethat)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

(Source: ghibli-forever, via oh-totoro)

spiritbreather:

island findings (not featuring squid)

spiritbreather:

island findings (not featuring squid)

princesslucybel:

If someone ever cheats on you, say fuck you and never look back. Someone who genuinely cares about you will not hurt you, disrespect you or ask you to compromise your moral values by staying with them.

(via princesslucybel)


Illustration by Jo In Hyuk

Illustration by Jo In Hyuk

(Source: killheji, via japanteez)

lets-just-eat:

Poached Egg and Crispy Proscuitto with Avocado on Toast

lets-just-eat:

Poached Egg and Crispy Proscuitto with Avocado on Toast

(via adorkablenoms)