it's a living

i'm it. pfp: https://youtu.be/bBQA7yy7EBU

[rainingcatsandfogs]

my boyyyyy

he's too handsomeeee

[sophie-frm-mars]

Made a vrai pas at the function the other day. I said the truest and most apt thing anyone could have said in that moment. The host wept and insisted on shaking my hand. He said he had never seen someone with such a complete command of social cues and contexts

[rainingcatsandfogs]

my son just keeps getting cuter, this can't be sustainable

[hedgehog-moss]

[kyotoprotocols]

[squiddoodlebug]

From Hondo and Fabian, illustrated by Peter McCarty, first published 2002

[dreamstars]

[zegalba]

[rainingcatsandfogs]

very clear the world caters to extroverts when you compare how long you can yap with your coworkers versus how long you can disassociate in the broom closet before you're told you have a productivity problem

[wnwnmemo]

[martial-art-world]

[toesucker416]

SIGNAL!!! BOOST!!! I don't care if this doesn't fit your blog's aesthetic, reblog EVERY TIME!!!

[toesucker416]

I know things are scary because they're going to strike us down with their powerful kicks, but here's what YOU (yes, YOU READING THIS RIGHT NOW) can do

1. nothing

2. we're so fucked

[100493503004422]

me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

[comikbook]

me coming on tumblr dot com telling people to send me asks

[razpurrtin]

[therenobee]

"Holy crap, life is so friggin' beautiful."

[redlipstickresurrected]

Cōngmíng aka 聪明 (Chinese) - Still Cold, Digital Art

[1five1two]

Xu Ziqi.

[bobbole]

Catrin Welz-Stein, Black cat afternoon

[rainingcatsandfogs]

when I'm in the pits of loneliness I often think two thoughts: no one loves me, no one cares

on loop, carving a deeper and deeper pit in my chest

I've been thinking--cognitively, outside of these episodes--that these thoughts aren't just me kicking myself while I'm down. That they are protective in some way

and I think part of it might be protecting myself from the disappointment and fear that love could heal me. that if I were truly loved, then I wouldn't feel like this.

that they wouldn't have made me feel this way if they truly loved me.

I'm afraid of having to be responsible for fixing this, a part of me still hopes someone will fix me

or, better yet

see me and love me so deeply

to prove I was never wrong