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baby’s first hot x bun baking experience

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e. e. cummings (via catasterismes)

(via notyournovelty)

my work supplies all the books for duffy books in homes, which provides free books for kids in low decile schools all around nz. and they’ve just given away the ten millionth book. ten million! and because my work’s whole motto is pretty much ‘let’s get frith to do it!’ (and because i don’t mind, really) today i took a ‘tour’ of the office in the duffy costume, which was clearly made for someone at least half a metre taller than myself. also i think i had the shoes on the wrong feet. but ten million books though!