C'est La Vie

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toukos:

self positivity is f*cking great!!! u think ur cool??? then ur cool!!! u think ur cute??? then ur hella cute!!! look at you go. so amazing

(via enby-blues)

finddeeat:

portugals-satan:

8bitatoms:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?

aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story

American Horror Story 4 : The Table

These comments

(Source: rialxoan, via paramorevampire1996)

atheistblowjob:

crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom


"It takes too long" bullshit. Putting a condom on takes ten seconds at most, unless you have butter fingers or Parkinson’s

atheistblowjob:

crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

"It takes too long" bullshit. Putting a condom on takes ten seconds at most, unless you have butter fingers or Parkinson’s

(via im-olaf-and-i-like-warm-hugs)

I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.

—Andrea Gibson (via feellng)

(via savvy-the-great)

I’m so used to the same straight people comments I’ve prepared a punch line for everyone.

"How long have you been gay?"
“Uhmm… How long have you been gay?”

"OH MY GOD! You’re gay.. Have you watched OITNB?"
“No, but oh my god!! You’re straight, have you watched Avengers?”

"Oh my god! My best friends gay!"
“No way! One of my best friends is straight!”

"So.. Whose the girl?"
“Uhmm.. I’m gay…”

"But I’m not into you.."
“I’m only into the pretty girls…”

"I love Ellen!"
“I love Morgan Murphy!” (Straight female comedian)

"I support gay marriage"
“I support straight marriage”

"I mean, like, my dad’s kinda homophobic, but yah."
“My dad can be homophobic too sometimes.. Why are we talking about our dads?”

fricklez:

look who decided to cuddle me to sleep

fricklez:

look who decided to cuddle me to sleep

marrionettewithoutstrings:

isjustmenow:

the-road-less-travelledby:

wewewe-soexcited:

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

My fucking weakness. The relationship of a dog and a child. This is adorable. :’)

My mom was really sick when I was little. My family had a medium-large poodle named Tuxedo. He would sense that my mom was ill and he’d always go check on her. She would always say “Go watch the baby” (me). 
So, Tuxedo would always come into my room, and crawl into the crib with me (by climbing onto dresser and over the walls of the crib so as not to wake me). When I started crying then if licking my feet wouldn’t make me quiet, and covering me up wouldn’t make me quiet then Tuxedo would crawl out of the crib and go find my dad to fix the situation. 
When I was older Tuxedo would do things like lay in bed with me until it was late enough that I was allowed to get out of bed, and then he’d get me up and we’d get ready for school together. On weekends Tuxedo and I would have tea parties, and we’d play matchbox cars together until he got so old that he couldn’t keep up with me anymore. 
Basically, I was raised by a poodle, it’s why I’m so confident and my hair is great.  

Awwww, that’s beautiful.
Makes me sad that people outlive their closest and bestest friends. Our furry companions deserve more time with us.

I know tuxedo would be proud of me today :) but, I miss him too.