My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
I must appreciate exactly like this
What a great message. I wish all characters were this nice. Does anyone know what this is from?