Recovering Goat

I am terrified of absolutely anything and everything. https://www.change.org/p/mel-statham-coventry-city-council-citizens-for-civil-safety

[wreckurs]

*stays alive just in case things get better*

[ebel-deactivated20201126]

[pulpfanfiction]

[thoracs]

[gloctary-blog]

[pulpfanfiction]

you did it

you win the award for best addition to my post

[cremblr]

i tried so fucking hard to scroll past this

[cacilieblaas]

i tried and i failed

[kaijuerotica]

[delightfully-derranged]

i cant breathe.

[thedoctor-and-his-trolls]

send help. dying

[execute-order-66]

fuck

[kelssiel]

I am the snake in my boot

[lazaruswulf]

Goddamnit it’s back. Again

[blurryfaace-blog]

*jumps over my problems* parkour

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A Brilliant Young Mind (2014)

“It must be hard to lose someone that you love so much.”

[officialmalliumpkin]

[gagadailyofficial]

[donkeykongsayingoo]

this meme nearly caused my death

[firebreathingeli]

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

[mordication]

i do bite my thumb, sir

[firebreathingeli]

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

[mordication]

is the law on our side if i say ay?

[firebreathingeli]

No

[mordication]

no, sir, i do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir

[firebreathingeli]

Do you quarrel, sir?

[mordication]

quarrel, sir? no sir

if you do, sir, i am for you: i serve as good a man as you

[firebreathingeli]

No better

[mordication]

well, sir

[firebreathingeli]

DOST THOU WANT TO FUCKING GO, SIR?

[mordication]

DOST THOU THINK THOU CAN FUCKING TAKE ME, BRO?

[firebreathingeli]

DOST THOU EVEN HOIST? OUT TO THE COURT YARD, WITH HASTE.  

[classannalampost]

The Shakespeare fandom is out of control

[spookies-moved]

look at this cutie!!!

[homohomiex]

oh my gosh

[mymodernmet]

Heartwarming before-and-after photos show the difference a day of love makes in the life of a rescued pet.

[sunset-neon-deactivated20170224]

whoever said animals don’t have facial expressions

look

look at this and tell me you don’t see the joy

[pettyrevenge]

I was at the post office one day when an elderly lady in front of me asked for a single stamp. Obviously considering this a waste of her time, the woman behind the counter makes a snorting noise, rips off a stamp and flicks it across the counter where it lands on the floor. She doesn’t apologise or offer the lady another stamp. The old lady considers for a second, picks up the stamp and leaves her 50 cent piece on the floor in its place. She says a cheery “Thank you!” and walks out, and the woman behind the counter has to walk around to pick up the money. It made me smile for the rest of the day. 

[isweatgarlic]

[bohemianhomes]

[dongstomper-deactivated20161230]

*new yorker voice* bada bing

[qh-deactivated20170215]

*other new yorker across the street* bada boom

[carriejmo]

*another New Yorker opens their window* FORGET ABOUT IT

[fakeplasticbeats]

*new yorker on rooftop* IM WALKIN HERE

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[ruinedchildhood]

when your free trial runs out