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babyanimalgifs

Coyote found a squeaky toy I accidentally left outside. Turns out coyote love squeaky toys too.

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demiiwhiffin

:-)

hahawhore

vampirefaun

POUR JUICE ON YOUR BABY. J UUSTT PP OURR J UCIICCE ALL OVOEOR RYOUR YOUN GG CHILDD, J US T DO I T YO U PIE CE OF

sexhaver

if i had to watch this bottle of water get cuckolded then so do you

neo-soulless

😧😧😧😧

shrump-scampi

thottled water

adulthoodisokay

it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to delete the internet forever

babyphattracksuit-deactivated20

Oh my God?

mangocarta

so i went to the zoo yesterday and saw the cutest family of otters ever

and then i checked their names

they’re all NAmED aftER fOOD

EXCEPT kEVIN

WHY

WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS

sandandglass

Brooklyn Nine-Nine s03e16

abigailmaedy

Context: they ate the candy from the gift basket, not realizing it was for the Captain from his husband and then filled it up with shit they hoped he’d like.

waynedrake

“yee ha.”

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

This is the best resignation I have ever read :D

threebigolsausages-deactivated2

*bees dancing to communicate*

bee cop [breakdancing gently]: im sorry, your wife is dead

bee [twerking]: no… how could this have happened

bee cop [moonwalking]: she was eaten by a bird. it was quick and painless

latenightcornerstore

A CYNIC’S LETTER TO HER FUTURE SELF: Dear person I will be when I’m not lonely, please remember what it felt like before you fell in love–not so that lonely can keep haunting your house even when there is no room for him, but so that when he does move back in you aren’t so startled by the aching. He is such a quiet house guest, but he needs so many pieces you are not willing to give. I’m asking you to be ready to give them. I’m asking you to pack light. It’s a long walk back alone. Each taste of love makes the empty harder to swallow. I know. Dear person I will be when I am happy: please don’t forget the person that I am right now. Please don’t treat me like an exit wound, or a broken fever, please remember all the things I carried for you. Please remember all the days I cried for you, the mistakes I made so you didn’t have to. Please remember all the groundwork I laid to get us here. We both know that there are nights where the survival is ugly–where regret is the only thing still living in the rafters. The rest are all skeletons. I know how badly you will want to bury all that I am and all that I used to be. But don’t you dare forget that you couldn’t have gotten better without me.

A CYNIC’S LETTER TO HER FUTURE SELF (part 1) by Ashe Vernon (part 2)

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halsey // sorry

alonesomes

What did I do with all the rage he gave me? How much did I eat, did I swallow? What hell did I crawl out of? What did I do with all his flaming tongues? I burned. I burned. I burned. I burned through the sheets until I was clean and new and strange, and the fire never followed me again after that. After my new name, my new face, my new glowing body next to the grave that couldn’t have me.

“Fire,” by Caitlyn Siehl. Published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via alonesomes)

madsrecovers

lovghoul

i couldn’t sleep last night thinking about the last time i saw you. the way the water rushed over your head turned my stomach. i remember the bubbles shaking under the surface, carrying your cries like passengers on a one-way trip to the sky, only, you never made it. this morning i tore the grass away from the sides of your gravestone until my fingers were stained green and brown. i saw the way the earth caved under my hands. the whole time i was thinking, if you can drown in water, then i can drown in dirt. i spent this evening carving your name into my desk. i cut my fingers on the wood, hopeless. i could see you there with me, sitting beside me, dragging a fingertip through the blood, shaking your head like ‘what a waste.’

( i don’t remember you )

x

(via schreaming)