Day 13 - A scene that makes you laugh: C.J. Cregg Does The Jackal
If it doesn’t make you laugh you have no soul.
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Day 13 - A scene that makes you laugh: C.J. Cregg Does The Jackal
If it doesn’t make you laugh you have no soul.
The vet suggested a shirt instead of a cone for my cat. Fun Fact: Most Cats wear baby sizes 0-3 months. - Imgur
this cat is more grunge than i could ever be
A box of love and hope
I'm so desperately madly in love with him. A small part of me, a part of my heart and my soul, stays locked away in small little box in the back of the part of my heart that stays numb. Every once in awhile I take it out and let it consume me. I feel everything I possibly can, all at once, for as long as I can stand it. I look at him, and think of him, and hope that he might have a box of his own, a box he hides from everyone, a box he might open every once in awhile. And I hope beyond all hopes one time we'll open them at the same time. But that hope gets packed in the box too, because hope is as hard as love.
….because deep inside me is a little girl, so vulnerable, so helpless, weak, scared, full of longing,…
..so when the tears stream down my face, and I don’t have anything to say, don’t ask me why I’m cryin. Because I simply don’t know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.
I just want to find someone who won’t run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me it’s okay that things don’t always go right. That this is how life works, and how it will always work. That it’s not going to be easy. Today, tomorrow, the next day, but it will somehow get better.
When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he’s not easy to spot; he’s really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.
Taylor Swift (via amortizing)
The thing about depression is you think you’re over it, but it’s 3 PM and you’re surrounded by your friends laughing about something stupid and you feel it, you feel the loneliness creeping in. You feel the sadness even though you’re laughing. You’re depressed and you don’t even know how to fix it.
3PM depression// (via un-heardnotions)
Bruised and Broken and Bandaged
At 28 everyone I know has baggage. For some it's as small as a carry on, maybe their high school boyfriend broke up with them right before prom so he could take a different girl. For some it's more like a duffle bag full of people they shouldn't have slept with or kissed or even talked to. For some it's a roller bag, trusting one boy with the most precious thing you have, your heart, one to many times. For some it's a giant trunk, the girl they made their home with, the girl they should have married left because... well because they had their reasons and those reasons are theirs and theirs only to share. But here we are a vastly different collection of people all sharing one commonality, pain. We are bent and bruised and broken, searching for something; some sort of glue that will put us back together. In the mean time we settle for the bandaid to cover the scars. The one night stand, the friend with benefits, the bottom of the bottle, the lyric, the drug, the fight, the thing that will give us a bit more happiness, a bit more hope, a bit more time to find that precious glue. Only maybe the glue doesn't exist...
Comfortably Numb
I'm not sad today; not that I'm exactly happy either but instead somewhere in the middle. Comfortably numb if you will. Tomorrow may be different, or maybe it won't be until the next day. Maybe not until the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that. There is no telling what life will bring only that it will bring everything and there is no way to prepare. So to survive I'll stay just comfortably numb.
Shhh Spoilers
'Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught' I whisper to myself at 3am as I sneak downstairs to raid the fridge.
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It’s amazing how our attitude changes toward alcohol: as a teenager you go, ‘I don’t like the taste of it but I wanna look cool’, then in your twenties you’re like, 'You know what? This gives me confidence to talk to the opposite sex', and then in your forties you’re like, 'You know what? This is the only thing I like about being alive.’
Jim Gaffigan (via kateoplis)
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