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wanderer-of-mirkwood:

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sweetlittlekitty:

THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING IS HERE

SPRING. WHERE IS IT? 

Accurate.

(via thatreallyrustlesmymapleleafs)

This is my favourite photo of me, oh and Pivotal looks alright too I suppose!

Favourite baby.

This is Beanie and I wish she was mine!

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She’s called “Lucky”

First week at the Stud :) this is Miss Dutee and her colt foal, born a day ago!

I made cupcakes for my last day at work. 

(Source: lapilula)

Always wanted to try red velvet. 

Could do better! 

Typical evening with Boysie.

I do not believe that one should have endless luck, for luck is a concept whereby too much can become too little. Take for instance the luck involved in throwing waste paper towards a basket and achieving that lucky bounce which sends it sailing in to the perfect centre. Who cares about that kind of luck? It is meaningless compared with the coincidence of two lovers crossing paths at the right time, in the right place with the right frame of mind and beginning a beautiful relationship which lasts until they die. When those two kinds of luck are rated on an equal plane, the balance of life is altered, and the once enthralled lover is apathetic about their newfound status, just as fleeting as the five second joy which arises from that waste bin slam dunk. 

No, let us not have luck every hour of every day; lets us save it for when it matters, and take the blows as they come in the knowledge that your luck will find you, safe and well, and will impact your future in a way that you are passionate about, so that your world suddenly explodes forth from its monochrome existence into something beautiful and enthralling, which glows bright like the sun forever.