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cruelmansoftheart:

Pretty much

cruelmansoftheart:

Pretty much

muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.


Oh goodness. I didn’t see the cat on the right looking straight the fuck into the lamp until it was too late. And then I burst out laughing.

muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

Oh goodness. I didn’t see the cat on the right looking straight the fuck into the lamp until it was too late. And then I burst out laughing.

I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.
Katie Kacvinsky (via doryyohh)

True words. Glad and fortunate I found someone who understands and agrees with this.

apimpkingwizard:

Yea my life pretty much change when I saw this

Oh my gosh. So amazing.

wesandersonpalettes:

Steve Zissou: Don’t point that gun at him, he’s an unpaid intern.

wesandersonpalettes:

Steve Zissou: Don’t point that gun at him, he’s an unpaid intern.

pixalry:

Kanto Illustrations #074 - 094 - Created by Piper Thibodeau

Piper continues to re-imagine the complete Pokedex, and this is the next installment! As usual, Piper’s take on each Pokemon continues to be really fun and creative, and we just can’t get enough. Make sure you follow along on Tumblr or Twitter for all the latest updates.

You should also check out…

#001 - 026 here | #027 - 049 here | and #050 - 073 here

doryyohh:

So, my Google Search history ranges from “Papillon-Lèfevre Syndrome” to “how old is Usher”.

Yeah, you wish you were this cool.

I love this woman.

alice-is-wet:

catdad:

If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.

I reblog this every single time. :)


Hahaha

alice-is-wet:

catdad:

If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.

I reblog this every single time. :)

Hahaha

sirenknights:

*dying*

sirenknights:

*dying*

Hahaha

doryyohh:

Four years ago, you were “the guy who worked in the electronics section at Kmart” that I had a crush on. I would beg the managers to let me cover your breaks, just so that I could see you for one brief moment during my day. I made up countless conversations with you in my mind, only to gawk and say “Has it been busy today?” out of sheer embarrassment when I finally flagged you down. And who could forget the palpitations my heart would make as I was counting my till at the end of the day, and would look up to see you walking down the aisles with your till, strutting your stuff. 
I can’t believe how fast a year has gone by. A year since you asked out this girl who just so happens to live two states away to be your girlfriend. I had to remind you where I lived. 
You’re possibly the sweetest person to ever live, and this is coming from someone whose chemical makeup includes covalent bonds of saccharin and xylitol. It’s because despite your goldfish memory, you remember the important things. Like how to talk to my personality type, or that I really like going on photo walks. You always know the right thing to say, especially at the end of astronomically awful days. You let me complain about my days at school, and now know what “tenacious calculus in deep periodontal pockets on a Code 3 patient” means. You even take the time to call during the small pockets of free time in your schedule, such as when you’re driving home, or the 10 minutes between you getting home from work and packing your lunch for the next day before you go to sleep. 
But even the little things are trumped by the simple fact that you let me be … me. Wait, not just that. You make me better. You make me want to work to be better. You make me feel like anything is possible, even on days where I’m nervous and scared out of my mind. 
And that speaks more than chocolates and fancy things and diamond rings, baby. 
More than you know.

This is the sweetest, most inspiring, and single-most meaningful thing I’ve ever read… And I still am struggling to wrap around my brain that it’s something my girlfriend wrote about me. I love her so unconditionally and fully, it’s amazing.

doryyohh:

Four years ago, you were “the guy who worked in the electronics section at Kmart” that I had a crush on. I would beg the managers to let me cover your breaks, just so that I could see you for one brief moment during my day. I made up countless conversations with you in my mind, only to gawk and say “Has it been busy today?” out of sheer embarrassment when I finally flagged you down. And who could forget the palpitations my heart would make as I was counting my till at the end of the day, and would look up to see you walking down the aisles with your till, strutting your stuff. 

I can’t believe how fast a year has gone by. A year since you asked out this girl who just so happens to live two states away to be your girlfriend. I had to remind you where I lived. 

You’re possibly the sweetest person to ever live, and this is coming from someone whose chemical makeup includes covalent bonds of saccharin and xylitol. It’s because despite your goldfish memory, you remember the important things. Like how to talk to my personality type, or that I really like going on photo walks. You always know the right thing to say, especially at the end of astronomically awful days. You let me complain about my days at school, and now know what “tenacious calculus in deep periodontal pockets on a Code 3 patient” means. You even take the time to call during the small pockets of free time in your schedule, such as when you’re driving home, or the 10 minutes between you getting home from work and packing your lunch for the next day before you go to sleep. 

But even the little things are trumped by the simple fact that you let me be … me. Wait, not just that. You make me better. You make me want to work to be better. You make me feel like anything is possible, even on days where I’m nervous and scared out of my mind.

And that speaks more than chocolates and fancy things and diamond rings, baby.

More than you know.

This is the sweetest, most inspiring, and single-most meaningful thing I’ve ever read… And I still am struggling to wrap around my brain that it’s something my girlfriend wrote about me. I love her so unconditionally and fully, it’s amazing.

  • Me:

    Please don't get sick, body

  • Me:

    I have a lot of tests this week

  • Body:

    SCREW YOU, I DO WHAT I WANT