leadhooves:

housewifeswag:

the look on their faces though. its like “omfg, charles. charles, charles. THE HUMAN IS WAVING. WAVE BACK, HURRY.”

omg cutest ever

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

(via kisscuddlelove)


Always go after her. No matter how mad she seems. She loves you more than words can tell.
{a.d.a} (via exquisite-calamity)

(via jeeeplife)


radsturbate:

marry someone who has a different favorite cereal than u so they wont eat all of urs

(via whiteliedfrenzy)


I think the saddest thing someone could ever say is ‘please don’t leave me’.

catsbeaversandducks:

Via sarah-scales:

We have one kitten left at work and he does not like to be ignored! He demands you pay attention to his cute!

(via megannn702)


If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.
My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

(via charmznder)


strangergirls:

oy-eld-thankee:

I love how the other one is like “whoop, heres my ride”

Get in, loser, we’re going mopping

strangergirls:

oy-eld-thankee:

I love how the other one is like “whoop, heres my ride”

Get in, loser, we’re going mopping

(via whiteliedfrenzy)


(via evolutional)


Being married someday is going to be so cool. like you get to come home to your best friend every single day and just do life together.
unknown (via amortizing)

(via stay-in-your-lane)


turdqu0ize:

keep fuckin walkin you postman piece of shit

turdqu0ize:

keep fuckin walkin you postman piece of shit

(via whiteliedfrenzy)


I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.


(via nottennessee)


(via expects)


flatsound:

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

(via orgasm)