A Little’s Treasures

moonlightangel: m–ood: Michoacán’s Monarch Butterfly...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 22:54:28 -0400

moonlightangel:

m–ood:
Michoacán’s Monarch Butterfly sanctuary
@poutypetulant

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Tue, 26 Jun 2018 19:35:23 -0400

dronemetender:

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 11:10:48 -0400

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parisandchampagne: all people should be treated equally, regardless of who they are or who they...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 11:05:56 -0400

parisandchampagne:

all people should be treated equally, regardless of who they are or who they love

magical-meow: Cat by Aloha Jan http://flic.kr/p/KvtEg

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 00:10:43 -0400

magical-meow:

Cat by Aloha Jan http://flic.kr/p/KvtEg

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Mon, 25 Jun 2018 21:31:07 -0400

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Crows give gifts to 8 year old who feeds them

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 17:12:45 -0400

bossyheifer:

Eight-year-old Gabi Mann from Seattle, Washington started feeding the crows in her family’s garden in 2013, and now this lucky little girl gets gifts from the crows.
Gabie keeps her gifts in specially labeled bags tucked safely inside a bead storage box. After all, these are her most treasured possessions. Her labels are detailed, for instance one containing a broken light bulb reads: “Black table by feeder. 2:30 p.m. 09 Nov 2014.”
Gabi started feeding the neighborhood crows by accident, as she was prone to dropping food. She’d climb out of the car and a chicken nugget would fall off of her lap, prompting every crow on the block to circle in for a snack. Gabi noticed and started rewarding the bird’s quick and hungry behavior, feeding them food scraps on her way to and from the bus stop with her brother. Her mother encouraged her generosity and provides peanuts and food scraps to be distributed each day along with fresh water in the bird bath.
Before long small, shiny objects started showing up by the bird feeders. The crows were showing the little girl that they appreciated her consistent feedings. Gabie has received all kinds of gifts from the crows, including Lego pieces, beads, buttons, paper clips and pieces of foam. Her favorite gift of all is a pearl colored heart, she said, “It’s showing me how much they love me.”

punksntdead: “dont lose a diamond chasing after glitter.” —

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 15:32:38 -0400

punksntdead:

“dont lose a diamond chasing after glitter.”

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Mon, 25 Jun 2018 13:42:41 -0400

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ponderation: Summer Roses by Daiga Ellaby

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 13:17:34 -0400

ponderation:

Summer Roses by Daiga Ellaby

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Mon, 25 Jun 2018 12:01:28 -0400

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Sat, 23 Jun 2018 16:57:22 -0400

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Sat, 23 Jun 2018 12:52:37 -0400

daddied in public

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 04:41:08 -0400

cherished-property:

crimson-uncovered:

We were waiting for the train and I was being incessantly pouty because he wouldn’t let me go to the other side of the city to retrieve a pair of boots I keep at the office. They’re super sexy and I wanted to wear them, but we had plans and no time to rearrange our commute. His logic was sound, but being told no still made me feel a wee bit petulant.

He tolerated it for a bit, but then he gave me The Look. You know the look I’m talking about. It’s also called the Careful, Young Lady look, or the You’re Pushing It look. Whenever I’m on the receiving end of it, I get squirmy and immediately feel tiny. I buried my face into his chest. I do that a lot when I’m in trouble or being chastised; I leaned into him as if snuggles were going to save me from a spanking. I mumbled sorry into his shirt and he said, “sorry, what?” I hesitated, not expecting him to prompt me in public, even though the subway platform was mostly empty. “Sorry daddy,” I said. I felt myself starting to throb.

On another day, we were in Zara and I couldn’t decide between two tops. I really wanted them both. I help one up, stared at it longingly, and looked at him. “I can have both?” I asked. I expected either a yes or no, but he said, “How do you ask permission for something?” My eyes widened. The store was busy enough that it would’ve been easy to be overheard. People pushed past us every couple seconds.

“But we’re in public,” I protested.

The look on his face made it very clear that he didn’t care.

“May I have both, please?” I whispered. He didn’t make me call him ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’, but I still felt like I’d been reminded of my place.

I got to have both tops.

When he daddies me in public like that, it’s always a pleasant surprise. It pulls me out of whatever distracted headspace I’m in and anchors me. Goes without saying that it’s hot as hell, too. I’m still getting used to being mindful of my behavior outside of the bedroom. It’s not that I forget I’m his submissive when we’re out and about; I just don’t usually make a conscious effort to behave like his submissive when we’re not behind closed doors.

It’s a good thing, then, that he’s there to remind me of exactly who and what I am.

He’s there to remind me that, no matter where we are, I remain firmly under his thumb.

I need this. Because it’s not a game. It’s accountability, everywhere and always.

nievanaxoxo: I’d rather have a Hades in my life than a Zeus. There’s something far more appealing...

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 02:46:57 -0400

nievanaxoxo:

I’d rather have a Hades in my life than a Zeus. There’s something far more appealing in a man who is as dark as the night sky but loyal, as opposed to a man who is brighter than the sun but has a dishonest heart.
- Nievana Judisthir