smilingslowly:

spookywhiteghost:

fuckinglesbian:

princessnausicaa:

my mom tried to teach our goats to pee in one certain spot by giving them treats when they’d pee in that spot

except that

they think that now whenever they pee they get a treat

so whenever they see my mom

they pee

 laughed for a solid five minutes

behaviorism gone wrong

Pavlov is laughing in his grave

msjwilly:

Shooting outside today with this force of nature. 🙌🌻🙌 #dailyshow #sambee #eatcraylove

kegelgod:

Dont let your “friends” disrespect you. There is a big difference between joking around and habitual disrespect.

Sometimes it’s okay to give yourself a pat on the back and say, ‘That was cool. That made me feel good.’

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never


Title: Giraffe

Artist: Miniature Tigers

Played: 439 times

Maisie Williams reacting fact that “selfie” was chosen as Oxford’s word 2013

jollyseasick:

I’m not sure where you came from,
and I love you more than anything.
I thought I might give up on you;
fear nearly ceased my everything. 

But here we are, I’m terrified, 
because you’ll either leave or stay.
Sometimes I want to burn the cards
so I don’t have to watch them play.

I’m standing in the frame
of a tenth story window
with a lilac on my lashes
on an awfully windy day.

I never knew I’d love your lips, 
or the bruises that you leave,
or holding tight to the jacket you
left with your scent upon the sleeve.

But every little thing that
was not lovable is now,
and qualities ill-suited on 
others work for you somehow.

I’m standing on the roof 
of an old, abandoned shelter 
doing jumping jacks and lunges
where the roof is soon to cave.

I fall quiet in the passenger seat
when I think I’m fading on you;
nothing hurts more than a disconnect
between your yellow and my blue.

I feel overwhelming guilt when I think
I’m not enough for you;  if you knew,
your heart would sink,
and most of all, I know it’s true.

I’m standing in the sun
in a long and lazy meadow,
where I hope to be undone
by the sighs upon my ear.

I wish I could communicate the joy
you’ve brought into my life,
but my words are weak, I can’t be coy, 
I fall short in physicality. 

God damn, I’m fucking frightened-
never thought I would depend 
on my large load being lightened 
by the fondness of our intertwined fingers.

I’m standing in your room
on the day of our first date,
with uncertainty consuming,
short of breath from naive nerves.

I may never grow used to you,
or the idea that you love me. 
But you sort of make me love me too,
and that’s more than I thought possible.

One day I will be able to calm down
and to adjust, to blink at those stars
in your smile that rise to crown 
your gorgeous head in luminescence.

I’m sitting in my house, 
wishing I were closer to you,
and wondering how to douse 
you in gratitude for all you’ve given me. 


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