Maddie's Stuff

A mix of nice things big and small

After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—

—Emily Dickinson, from “[372]” (via proustitute)

I’ve let the frost go too far away.

—Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 5 January 1939 (via proustitute)

maybe-i-need-you:

yellowmodelchiiick:

A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.

I HAD TO… i felt forced.

omg :’)

(via purelytaylor)