Meanwhile at the go kart track… things are about to get serious.

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This is hilarious

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”

I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

— three questions | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

Ahhh love this

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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

This is amazing .

(via exoticove)

3 days

Thursday at 4am I will be getting in a car and driving to Montreal for Osheaga. I will have zero motivation to work the next two days cause I am way too excited . CAN’T WAIT!!

Don’t know who’s child this is but thank you Internet. This is THE BEST picture ever.

40 degree day calls for shopping which led to me finding the best tshirt in my life and a walk on the water front :) 40 degree day calls for shopping which led to me finding the best tshirt in my life and a walk on the water front :) 40 degree day calls for shopping which led to me finding the best tshirt in my life and a walk on the water front :) 40 degree day calls for shopping which led to me finding the best tshirt in my life and a walk on the water front :)

40 degree day calls for shopping which led to me finding the best tshirt in my life and a walk on the water front :)


hotel booked 
three day passes purchased 
playlist created 

This makes me so excited to road trip to MTL ahhh I can’t wait

Sweetest thing happened; waiting for the bus today a little boy walked by picked this flower and gave it home and kept walking … Can’t believe it happened

Best note ever @rrichard93 left me in my locker , ill miss you (Richard+Vicky=Ricky).

moving back to move forward.

so ive been in halifax now for a think 3 years and i have come to a conclusion that i need to move back to ottawa. im not happy here, i miss my  best friends, i miss the city, i miss my independence and the life i use to have. I have met some amazing people here dont get me wrong but i think for me to move on with my life and finally settle down i wanna do it in ottawa . Im putting this out into the universe now just so its official and i already feel better. 

self confidence.

i dont know if any other girl goes through these phases but i have days where i am 150% okay with how i look and i could care less about what people think. I have learnt over the years i cant drastically change my body to what society this is perfect but i have come to a place where i know i feel great about myself and i am ok with my body shape. Then theres days where the smallest comment or person can walk by and it can instantly make me feel horrible and self conscious. So much that i just wanna put on sweat pants and a huge hoodie and just hide in my room cause i dont wanna see people. I know its just my head getting to me and i know its stupid but i wish there was a way i could just not let it get me down.  

When someone has too much energy in the morning


“We got him”

reasons why i love this man; this gif. 

(via surebrahh)