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be careful with how much you tolerate. you are teaching them how to treat you
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Shitty days
I just had one of those days where things just werenāt working out. So I had this prior engagement that I had RSVPāed to months ago, and somehow mistook it for a Saturday thing instead of a Sunday thing. Well, the problem with that is ... I work one day a week. And that one day is Sunday. So I go into a panic and contemplate calling in sick. And thatās the plan, right? Except that Iām a terrible liar and thereās no way Iāll get away with it. Soooo. I tell the truth and try to fanagle my way out of work. My manager is pretty cool. She asks me to just take care of my first appointment; a root touch up. Easy peasy.
Feeling all sorts of relieved, I wake up for work and get there just a little later than I like to. Look at my schedule. Balayage. My manager told me it was a root touch up, but mother fucker itās a balayage! Easily a 3+ hour appointment. I think about my options. About rescheduling. My client comes in and we consultants. She needs a 5 hour appointment. I give her 2 options- reschedule so we can give her what she wants, or we give her a little something so she can still leave pretty and continue at a later appointment. Well, she wants some lovin today. Shoot me.
We get on with it and itās going well. Weāve got a good repotoire going and in fact, weāre vibing. Fast forward 2.5 hours later and my husband is deeply upset, but my client is happy, and Iāll see her the following week to finish what we started.
Made it to the party. Made a little bit of money. Ate some food. All in all what started off pretty rocky ended up being not so bad after all. Itās a win. Just donāt tell my husband that. Heās still a little peeved that we made it with just about and hours time left š¬
iām screaming
I donāt think this woman is straight anymore.
Yall are missing the best fucking part
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This is sooooo šš and Iām honestly jealous.
The nevers. Never was. Never will. Never more. And yet I still dream about you from time to time š¤·š»āāļø
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will you still love me tomorrow?
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Lifeās short. Anything could happen, and it usually does. Thereās no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts. āAmy Jade Winehouse (1983 - 2011)
Omg I miss you, Wino
Amy Winehouse performing āBack to Blackā live at the Shepherdās Bush Empire, 2007.
...and Iām a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.
Why is that so poigniant?
8am. Saturday morning. Bzzzzt. BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I casually make my way to the kitchen sink and fill the water pitcher and I think to myself, āthis is not enough water.ā I go into the bedroom to try to wake my husband. I tell him to check his phone, but he is hungover and is teetering between conscious, but definitely and probably kind of dead. I try not to panic. I wonder if we will survive. Will we be horribly deformed if we do? Will my 14 month old daughter survive this? But I donāt want her to die. I lie in bed, somewhat elated. I mean, we are on an island. We canāt actually go anywhere. I guess itās a good thing we are all together? But my husband isnāt even present in this moment with me. I go into the living room and turn on the TV. My sister in law calls from Oregon to see if we got the alert. She sounds sad. I still havenāt decided what Iām feeling. All there is to do is wait. 10 minutes later my sister in law calls back. Itās a false alarm. The threat has came and passed and for whatever reason I still feel sad. I thought we were going to die. Or suffer extreme tragedy. It was a false alarm, but it still feels real.
When life gets you down... Tupac says You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on. Unfortunately, that's not really how it works in the adult world. I mean you can get by that way, but you don't move forward and you certainly don't make progress. And actually, things aren't that bad right now, but my heart feels heavy. And I'm tired. Just about every time I've put baby to bed this week I've ended up just falling asleep with her. And I'm in this limbo of just waiting. My baby cousin is in the hospital from a blood infection due to intravenous drug use. She almost lost her arm and yet she is still spiking her IV bags with poison. And my grandpa is experiencing kidney failure, and I think a part of him knows, but we've decided not to tell him so that he can just ride off into the sunset without a care. Things have just been super heavy lately. My husband is an alcoholic. And I don't even know where to begin with him. I'm not sad. I'm just. Anxious. Thank goodness for this sweet baby girl, who is officially now a toddler.
My heart is aching right now. My 27 year old baby cousin whom I have drifted from due to heroin addiction has stage 3 rectal cancer. She is refusing treatment and all I can hope for is that her soul find some peace
Me: babe we need to budget Keoki: okay we'll sit down and make a new plan over the weekend Me: but I need some new shoes Keoki: I'll get you your shoes. We make eachother crazy. No party is guiltier than the other. But fuckin A; I think I picked a pretty good partner ā¤ļø