cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. do it swiftly and violently and without remorse.
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cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. do it swiftly and violently and without remorse.
I saw @jennacantlose post this and thought more people could benefit from reading this 😊💕
‘Pit Bull Flower Power’ Already Found Homes For 140+ Pits (New Pics)
I dub them ‘Pretty Pitties’
The Multiverse You Can See
The Garden of Cosmic Speculation, designed by Charles Jencks, is dedicated to visually representing complex theories through landscape design. The terrace dedicated to the multiverse theory is just one of many brilliant designs.
I’m moving in with him next week.
I think of what it means to be a straight line. I think of its built-in elegance–how beautiful efficiency can be. I consider the horizon at different times of the day–in the morning, when the sky stacks itself on top of the water like supplicant hands; in the afternoon, when the tide unfurls its mouth into a cagey grin as it swallows the shore; in the evening, when only the ghost of that rendezvous between where we walk and where we dream hovers beneath the moonlight. My grapefruit, his bold box; my jangling ring of keys, his deadbolt lock; my tears, the grim space between his lips; the arch in my lower back, the flat of his hands–they all meet somewhere, I suppose, in the amber flecks of his eyes where my laughter finds a warm home… Point A to Point B, the points being my heart to his, as we figure out a way to straighten the ripcord and pull it taut.
how fucking weird would it be if babies cried while they were still in the womb like can u imagine a woman walking around and there’s just this muffled scREAMING coming from her stomach
courtney what the fuck
fun fact: fetuses actually do cry in the womb. they can’t make noise though because their lungs are still filled with fluid. x
In the womb, no one can hear you scream.
what’s a fetus even cry about? Umbilical cord taxes? Why don’t they come out of their cushy baby cave and join the real fuckin world for a change that’ll give em somethin to cry about
pay rent you parasitic little fucker
“gays are ruining the sanctity of marriage”
WHY DOES IT HAVE HANDS
Going to look at houses with my sweetfart. Pffb. Ttttt so excited!
when the sun hits your laptop screen just right
anyway on tv love between women always ends in tragedy but in real life you can have a wonderful wife who kisses you goodbye every morning when you’re half asleep, that’s a real thing that can happen
forest fire.
no time to draw something new for the pokemon anniversary, so here’s the oldest deepest scar i’ve ever put on this godforsaken website.
enjoy.
How to deal with customer service reps: be patient, be cordial. Let them do their job. You’re mad at the situation, not them.
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i love you snooper