reblog with what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were little
A ballerina cowgirl fuck yeah!i wanted to be charlie brown. obviously i had high expectations.
i wanted to be snow white.
I wanted to be a figureskatingballerinalawyer.
So, you know, Barbie.
I really wanted to be astronaut.
a writer/journalist. HAHA! At least I am working on getting back into it, after stagnating for four years.
Yes, I was a fucking weird kid.
a bus driver.
a tight-rope walker and a moose.
Not to get too deep here, but the most valuable thing I can think of is to be grateful for suffering. That is a sublime feeling, and completely inexplicable and illogical, but no one doesn’t suffer. So the degree to which you can be aware of your own humanity is the degree to which you can accept, with open eyes, your suffering. To be grateful for your suffering is to be grateful for your humanity, because what else are you going to do — say, “No, thanks”? It’s there. “Smile and accept,” said Mother Teresa. And she was talking to people who had it rough. That’s not how you make jokes, though.
(datn :johnkhuu:ohbeckystopit:imthecookiemonster: noonedonatespurple:
emmaismagic:crazyalwayswins:likeyoumeanitlikeyoudo: fuckyeahalv)
this. is. my. life.
anyone who’s ever eaten lunch at my work :)
make a second animation where he slowly reaches his paw out to try and touch your food like you won’t notice.
the storm here is magnificent
the entire house actually shook.
i have never been scared of thunder before, but wow. shocking.
jealous. was shitty here.
MAN IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE WAS PUNCHING MY HOUSE the winduhs were rattlin’ and there was this lightening that went SPARK! and then i could smell smoke
there’s a word for this, and that word is OFF DA HOOK
(via ughuhguhguhguhguuhguhuhguhhugugh)
DARKPLACE DARKPLACE DARKPLACE DARKPLACE
tell me i look beautiful
you are beautiful
wow, you even mean that
party monster.
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