Push me, I dare you...

awwww-cute:

This is my cat. Sometimes he has what we call the kitty crazies

awwww-cute:

This is my cat. Sometimes he has what we call the kitty crazies

(via kuz-i-said-so)

1nd2rd3st:

juststraightwhiskeyplease:

capeofwonders:

i will will never not reblog this

5. But if you break her rules, they will not find your body.

HELL YEAH

1nd2rd3st:

juststraightwhiskeyplease:

capeofwonders:

i will will never not reblog this

5. But if you break her rules, they will not find your body.

HELL YEAH

(Source: kristine-claire, via kuz-i-said-so)

anotherknifeinmybed:

thegreenguitar:

Pawnography

that was the best pun ever excuse you

(Source: crazynattie, via kuz-i-said-so)

“You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.”
— (via brntsienna)

(Source: anna-learns-to-love-herself, via doni31)

slimginger:

peachcreekhighschool:

Graduating high school:

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Suddenly having adult responsibilities:

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so accurate it physically hurts

(via doni31)

a-different-kind-of-royalty:

"What do you plan to do with your future?"

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(via happy-flower-princess-of-d00m)

“I fell in love and I wasn’t planning on it. No, not that I wasn’t already planning out our wedding by the 15th day and 360th hour of non stop small talk and yes- very deep talk. But I just didn’t exactly want to because the only type of love I was familiar with really liked vacations and red stop lights. The kind of love in which I had a hideous past with involved silence (not the good kind). The love I knew was an unrequited bitch who woke up on the wrong side of the bed most mornings. It missed the bus and took the wrong train, relentlessly trying to get to destinations in which it will never arrive. It mumbled and tip toed around vows, woke them up at 3 am and hoped to god that the sunrise was the new amnesia. The kind of love I knew tweeted “yasss you can get it *insert heart emoji*” just to get me jealous. For the record, Love and I did not have the best record. I was pleasantly taken back to learn that there is other loves… and they are so much more beautiful in person. I learned love was a 5’5 whine saying “I love you more I know I do.” Love was now coffee and I was now a regular. It is promises I actually intend to keep for the first time and knotty hair in my fingers. Love made fun of me, like all the time, but I kind of like it. Love is laying next to me and breathing into the phone so I don’t lose my shit at 5 am when the closet creeks. It was goose bumps on my thighs, two plates on the table with no intention of lies or even company for that matter. Love’s laugh was my all natural medicinal cure but she’ll be sure it’s mary jane. Love has these incredible brown eyes that pierce through any ability I had to stop myself from falling into vortex along with a million other people who are scared as hell refusing to fold their cards. I’ve got the best hand in the house. Love dig graves in her head trying to bury her thoughts. Love sends me lyrics, mostly from songs I’ll already had heard but I listen again for her sake, when she can’t express her hearts actions into words because the word leave will consume her body, subside in her veins, and make her squeamish to the idea of ever getting close to anybody. This kind of love let me in and I let love in. I thoroughly became best friends with Love, who is a stubborn, never-wrong, pain in my ass, honey honey honey. I will love, love, endlessly”
It took me 10 days to fall in love (via detonatedmotifs)

(via doni31)

“Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her”
— 10 word story (L.V.K.)

(Source: milesfrom-my-hope, via one-on-one-is-more-fun)

“The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. In the end, though, maybe it’s not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.”
— Sarah Dessen (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via honey-in-the-heart)

wickedclothes:

Portable Nightlight Spheres

Do away with your old nightlights. These portable nightlight spheres can be brought into bed, or carried through your dark house on the way to find a midnight snack. Sold on Amazon.

(via happy-flower-princess-of-d00m)

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…
For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:


I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

badoutlawwolf:

mnlmnz:

askfordoodles:

napoleon-and-the-bonapartes:

This bird knows he looks amazing.

Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…

Until they open their mouth…

and you realize they are basically bird muppets.

… no comment…

For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1

This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.

(via happy-flower-princess-of-d00m)