Office by Alex Penny
Kattrina!
“… Let these tears make you stronger. Let the world falling apart around you be your exit music. So lucky, so strong, so proud, stand while your falling. I am. No one knows the hell I’m in store for. No one sees me bleed. Is it better that way? No. Is it safer that way? No. Then why? Pride, shame, no where else to turn, no one to understand. To hell with it. Holding hands still makes me have butterflies and hot chocolate still warms my hands when it rains. I still feel. I’m not dead YET. Never let them see you cry. Smile while your bleeding.”
-jacob hoggard<3
oh..and i love my boyfriend :)
Matthew Gray Gubler’s reasons to stay alive
omg I used to be obsessed with him. This is great
(Source: gublerheaven, via heartnothate)
This man comes into my job almost every day with a free frosty coupon. He’s homeless, and he’s also of the nicest homeless people that come here. He just made me want to hug him when I saw him mixing ice in what was left of his frosty, just to have a bit more. Smh, I’m giving him another free one. This is saddening me, seriously. I went up to him and offered him one, he smiled and said “naahh” I said you sure? Is there anything I can help you with? He laughed and shook his head in a polite way. One of the most humble people to come through here… Every other one is usually rude, and angry. But this man still keeps his joy. This tells me I should never have a reason to frown, if he can still manage to smile.
sincere people. keep them around you.
(Source: shaqcar, via -salutati0ns)
This is the cutest thing ever. I love boys who does creative, romantic things for their girlfriend. The balloons are attached at the bottom to photos - memories. With a paragraph written at the back about the memory.
Someone please do this to me.
(Source: imgfave, via almosteverythingg)
Opening day at Walt Disney World, Florida. Life Magazine, December 1971.
(via captoats)
I’m not going to let you make me crazy. I’m not going to let this make me crazy. I am not crazy. But oh my god lying down in the dark with nobody close, nobody far, nobody period, makes me want to throw up. I’m not used to this. It is a monster and it makes me so afraid of it. I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of without you. This loneliness has reached new levels of reality with me. And I in turn am curdling. And it makes me almost want to hate. Almost want to curse. Almost want to cry. Almost. And the anger wells up in me and it sometimes seems unmanagable. But with all my might I manage. I wish somebody would yell at me. I wish somebody would stop me. I wish somebody would promise me I could be happy. I wish I could believe it when I hear it. I wish I could sleep and not be awake so I didn’t have to hear myself think anymore. Because the very thought of doing this all by myself takes my legs out from under me. How am I going to be strong enough to do this without anybody close to understand and love and help. For fuck sakes. Somebody to help.
I am not crazy. I am not going crazy. I am not crazy. I am not going crazy.
The fun has just begun.
When it rains it pours.
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(Source: pictures-of-couples, via everytimeshelaughs)
(via living-life-to-the-limit)
if you’re sad just remember
imagine them coming for you
tackling you
licking your face
covering you in their excited puppy wiggles
imagine how fluffy that’d be
(via weareunbreakable)
i don’t give a shit if it rarely works
i really don’t
i won’t live my life by what the society thinks, and i won’t live my life as a statistic
no matter what you say to me
Being the fastest sperm would actually imply that you died first.
Because in order for fertilization to occur, the sperm needs to use its acrosome, an enzyme attached to the head of the sperm, to break through the barrier of the egg, called the zona pellucida.
Being the first sperm to use its acrosome, and not even break a 10th of the zona pellucida means that you actually had no chance of being the sperm to fertilize the egg.
Which means that you were actually the LAST sperm to get there. After millions of other sperm died on the way, and sacrificed their potential lives trying to break through the barrier of a hostile egg, YOU decided to lay low until it was all clear, sneakily slip through the battleground that was littered with the bodies of your allies, and claim your victory.
Long story short, you’re a manipulative asshole.
So much for being a motivator.
OMFG IM DEAD.
(Source: gofffbarbie, via ugh-bitchplease)
(via definitionofdisney)
Of the norm, I’ve been restless throughout my life. My eyes dilate as trouble approaches and My hair grays as I go about furthering my ambition. As I understood more and more of the little sentiments that life had to offer, I was often captivated by the idea of intimacy and affection. However, just as time is lost, intellect is gained.
From a logical standpoint, I saw love, compassion as a waste of time. Something that always came to an definite end. And a painful end at best, tears are shed, and trust becomes mutilated beyond recognition. I’ve always asked myself, “why would anyone want to put themselves through this, what do you gain from setting yourself up for failure over and over again?”
From that point on, I mutilated the perception of affection and love so it would only work towards my advantage. If I was a savage beast, and love was a helpless victim, I would have blood spilled ten-fold on my behalf. As I trend deeper and deeper into the abyss, I almost lost myself. Furthermore, I was pleased with who I was until that one moment, everything just clicked.
It was as if some cruel god waited until I was in too deep to save myself, knowing that if I was any more of a fool, I was destined to be struck down with karma’s vengeance. I pleaded with my chances asking for another to understand what I deemed unworthy before. Just as I walked away from Armageddon abused and battered, a new light appeared.
I surrendered my daunting beliefs and focused on nothing more than slumber. Unconscious to who I was, dreaming towards who I am and with. You see, even though she witnessed my own monstrosity towards others, she believed there was still good within me.
Perhaps she’s a fool for believing that she could change me into a better man. However, I gave it a chance, attempting to understanding differently what I couldn’t comprehend before. Eventually, she grew on me. Her traits became something I fell for and I found myself rising towards her expectations wanting more than just her approval. I wanted to make her happy, going out of my own way just make her day a little brighter. I found myself at her mercy now and I was worrisome of losing her. As I lie in slumber next to her presence, I realized I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her lips grazed my forehead and clung onto the curvatures of my body, molding just perfectly against her own. She held on tight as if the world wasn’t holding her down anymore, I was.
