In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.
“When I first met you I felt a sort of explosion go off inside me. Like fireworks being ignited in my eyes and butterflies catching flames in the pits of my stomach. I felt every ounce of nervousness fleet my body once your eyes locked with mine and I swear for a nanosecond I could see our future in the transparency of your iris. When we kissed I tasted every old lover departing from my taste buds. Now it seems as though I only taste you on the tip of my tongue at 3 am. It’s your face I search for when I wake up in the middle of the night and it’s your hand I crave to hold when I’m driving down the road. I don’t think I’ve ever been home until the first night you held me. It’s true when they tell you home is not a place, home is somewhere where you feel safe. And while you held our bodies close I swear not a goddamn thing in this world could touch us. You touched more than my skin when your ran your fingers over my scars, you touched a part of my soul no one has ever cared to dig up. I have skeletons in my closet from nights I have killed myself and somehow managed to wake up the next morning. For a while it seemed like I died every night. But when I’m with you I have never felt so alive. Holding your hand felt like holding constellations in my palms and kissing you felt like gravity had a stronger pull than ever. There is something enthralling about you and I felt it the first time we spoke. I can’t tell you how long we will be together, and I can’t tell you if what we have is temporary or perpetual. I can’t explain the way it seems as if time stops when I’m with you. All I can tell you is that you make me feel things that I’ve only read about in books. And if I must compare you to something it would have to be the sun because of the way you light up my dark world. You put the moon to shame every night. And If I had to say something about how beautiful you are I would say that the sun has to shield it’s eyes when you smile for you have the most radiant smile in the world. I would say that flowers hope to be plucked by you and the rain would fall just to graze your cheek. I would say that there is no color in a paint shop that could match the pigment in your lips and there is not a word in the dictionary to describe how they feel pressed against mine at 4 am”(via girlsdoe)
I want to be more discrete, I want them all to quit following me. In the walls held captive lives a mouse. I don’t have the guts to kick him out. In the bars where I live, lives someone who I would’ve hated when I was young. when I swore life had a purpose, when i was sure the whole thing’s worth it; damn the days we took for granted. never again will i let anyone close to me. Me and the rodent in the wall have more in common after all. So burn the fucker down. I don’t care anymore. Because if this is what you want, I understand. Good luck with the guilt left on your hands.
Apex Predator, shoes collection
You’ve Got #SteveBuscemiEyes
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ gardem s/s 2014
Cats have the greatest emoticon faces ever.
The six one ☺😊
The background here: my girlfriend had a 1944 dollhouse that she grew up with, and acquired bits of ‘furniture’ to make the experience more real. We were just down at her mom’s place for the holidays and, feeling nostalgic, she set up the bedroom. Her cat, Sunny, being the quirky thing that she is, finds new things interesting and manifests this curiosity by lying on them. These pics capture that moment: a small doll house bedroom with a gigantic Maine Coon, head resting on the pillow and everything. The first pic caught her getting comfortable, with her tongue just sticking out of her mouth.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever.” you’ll miss me- jlw (via burgundythoughts)
Yesssss. This is so perfect.(via nonmuggles)