I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because
Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
heck.
I like da fishy fish
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we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because
Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
heck.
I like da fishy fish
“Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.”
— Angie Sijun Lou, “Jessica gives me a chill pill,” published in Muzzle
5x12 / 3x09
4.06 // 5.10
Hi I'm just one of your followers but when I saw your post with the tags about being in a relationship and being happy it made me happy because I'm glad that you finally found what you were looking for I guess and congratulations and good luck and you're awesome and I hope you have the life you've dreamed of having
omg this is literally so nice thank you so much!!! :*
x
There is an ‘us’ somewhere. It’s not here, it’s not even an uttered concept right now, but the novel idea of you and me together exists. Us. It’s hard to find in this noisy life, especially with people and clashing lifestyles obstructing the view. I find it, however—and keep finding myself in it—when our eyes meet. That’s us. When the world moves a half second ahead of us, riotous and oblivious, we find each other in a glance.
that moment of empty universe and you, just you, is my heaven (via multa--paucis)
Portland, 2015
(requested by longtallemm)
I find it fascinating that people who choose not to have children are generally assumed to feel really strongly about not having children (or even to feel really strongly against children, anyone’s children, in general). I am probably not going to have children, not because I REALLY REALLY HATE the idea of having children, but because I don’t really really love it. Out of all the major decisions I will make in my life, this one is the only irreversible one. I can sell a house, quit a job, divorce a spouse, whatever. I cannot unhave a child. I cannot opt out of being a parent once I become a parent. I can’t even take a step back for the sake of self-care or whatever, or else my child will suffer.
So for me, having children is fuck yes or not at all. The default will be to remain childfree. Having children should be an opt-in decision, not an opt-out one. Until/unless I develop really strong feelings about wanting to have children, I won’t have them, even if that means I never end up having them at all.
I can turn you into poetry, adorn you with pretty words and compare you to the stars and the moon. I can place a crown on top of your head and make you a king between the lines. But I can never turn our story into more than it was: a love gone to waste. I wish I could stop writing about you.
You no longer own my heart, but you still rule my thoughts n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
When to Close Your Eyes
I’m so easily revitalized by small, loving gestures