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If My Dog Could Talk

Dog:WAT DOING
Me:Nothing. I just stood up.
Dog:WHERE GO
Me:I'm literally walking 3 feet away. I'm not even leaving the room.
Dog:CAN I COME
Me:I mean sure but I'm literally just-
Dog:I COME TOO
Dog:WAT DOING
Me:I need to open this door.
Dog:I HALP
Me:No but you're in front of the door. Move please.
Dog:I HALP
Me:Sigh.
Dog:WHERE GOING
Me:I am going right back to the exact place I was sitting a second ago.
Dog:CAN I COME
Me:Sure.
Dog:I SIT IN LAP
Me:No please don't you are-
Dog:I SIT IN LAP
Me:No there's no room and-
Dog:LAP
Me:No, sit on the floor and I'll pet you.
Dog:RIGHT HERE
Me:That's literally on top of my leg.
Dog:IT'S PERFECT PET ME
Me:I am petting you. One second, let me just grab my glass-
Dog:PET ME PET ME PET ME PET ME
Me:I literally am petting you, I just needed a drink-
Dog:PET ME PET ME PET ME PET ME
Me:I AM
Dog:I SIT IN LAP
Dog:PET ME PET ME PET ME
Dog:HOLD SLOBBER TOY
Dog:SNEEZE IN UR FACE
Me:.......
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3 weeks ago

What (via lipglossandpoetry)

(via soullessly-deceived)

When I hold his hand and you are around to see
I’m sorry
I can’t break his heart
The way you broke mine
So I’m going to love him the way you never loved me
To avoid hurting someone the way you have hurt me
I’m going to do it
Because nobody deserves to feel so raw
If it hurts you to watch
Turn around
Walk away
You’ve always been good at that
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3 weeks ago

buttholeos:

i was checking out at target and this guy was being really flirty with me and his nametag said rosemarie so when i left i said “have a good night rosemarie” and he said “rosemarie??” and i pointed to his nametag and he said fuck very loud then said “they are always fucking doing this to me”

(via ncfox)

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3 weeks ago

singingrainorshine:

My dad recently told me, “There are many people who will put you down. Don’t be one of them.”

And that sticks with me every single day.

(via ncfox)

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3 weeks ago

thecutestofthecute:

crowley-for-king:

flatsound:

i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field 

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(via oneofthosesaturdays)

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3 weeks ago

emoij:

emoij:

emoij:

a guy walks into a bar

everyday 

he’s an alcoholic and his wife leaves him 

(via excuse-you)

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3 weeks ago

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

Omg

(via imlivingnow)

(via soullessly-deceived)

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

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78707
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3 weeks ago

Beau Taplin  (via pathetic-at-night)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via soullessly-deceived)

The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
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3 weeks ago

John Green (via versteur)

(Source: fishingboatproceeds, via soullessly-deceived)

So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.
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3 weeks ago

why I left  (via extrasad)

(via soullessly-deceived)

But loving someone isn’t always a reason to stay.
I know I love you.
And the way you
look when you
are tired
say my name
brush my hair out of my eyes
kiss my
mouth
neck
chest
forehead
I love you and the way you make me laugh
and the way you smile

but I hate the way you drink until you can’t speak
and the way you taste like smoke even though you said you quit 2 weeks ago
and I hate the way you leave bruises around my wrists when you grab me too tight
and the way you don’t care when you make me cry

and I love you but I think you’d break my bones if I let you

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Posted
3 weeks ago

m.v., Advice to my future daughter, #2.  (via saicoquilerr)

(via soullessly-deceived)

Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
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Posted
3 weeks ago

Michelle K., When Will She Learn? (via endangerment)

(via soullessly-deceived)

I wanted to
hurt you
before you could
do the same
to me,
yet I am
always
the one in bed
crying.
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3 weeks ago
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