So far adulthood is just going grocery shopping, realizing you didn’t plan well or logically, going grocery shopping again, repeat ad infinitum. 0/10 stars, would not recommend
I was suppose to buy eggs today. I reminded my self 8,000 times.
I spent $30 dollars at the grocery store and forgot eggs. And definitely purchased things I did not need. Life’s rough
10:22 pm • 3 September 2014 • 50,705 notes
I can’t wait for winter. Can’t. Freaking. Wait.
(Source: samdesantis, via 814stops)
11:31 pm • 2 September 2014 • 144,603 notes
In honor of national dog day, here’s a vid of my sister’s dog Buddy struggling to get inside. Hahahaha.
buddy does not know
i love this dog
Oh my gosh
3:25 pm • 2 September 2014 • 151,668 notes
i. Nothing ever worth splitting on - poems, heartache, meat - should be done with a blunt butter knife. You need the serrated edge.
ii. I’m learning to wake up every day and catch gold in eager palms.
iii. There are many things that wont matter when I’m dead. How many likes a status has on Facebook is one of them. Whether or not you’ll call me back is another.
iv. I must cultivate kindness. I must polish at it religiously until it gleams, until it’s filled to the brim and the excess spills over onto my lap.
v. Those people, the ones that chip away at your like a woodpecker, the ones that steal the magic in you away like it’s the only thing they know how to do - rid yourself of them.
vi. I want the kind of sex that makes me feel like I’m floating and falling at once.
vii. There is the bad, guilty love, where you feel like you’re going to regret it when it’s all said and done. This love is like picking at a scab before the wound has a chance to heal. It’s like scratching so intently at a mosquito bite it bleeds. Run from it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
viii. There are some days you have to refuse morphine just so you know you can make it on your own.
ix. God knows it’s not healthy to look back after you’ve said goodbye, but the curiosity always compels me to do so. Will you be looking back at me? Will I ever see you again?
x. Maybe we don’t want love, we just want to tell someone the messy, ugly secrets we think will make them leave and watch in awe as they stay.
x. I will always love the boy with eyes like gondolas and hands like shadow play.
— jessica therese, “What I Know” \ (via versteur)
2:42 pm • 1 September 2014 • 812 notes
HE THOUGHT HIS LIL FRIEND GOT BAKED INTO A COOKIE I AM 100% DONE AWHH
(Source: swallowthesound, via lulz-time)
3:22 am • 30 August 2014 • 874,453 notes
Drove through a forest fire for a solid hour today in Northern California near the Oregon border.
2:35 am • 30 August 2014 • 356 notes
Reminder to myself and to you that some days are just harder than others
1:05 am • 30 August 2014 • 659 notes
Stressing hard about all the hours I’m picking up at work. Figuring it out day by day.
3:13 pm • 29 August 2014 • 176 notes
derekzane said: If you woke up tomorrow in a different place with 24 hours to spend there before being transported back home, where would that place be and what would you do?
I would go to Colorado and see vail and the pups and have a huge pup reunion and hike and take in all of the mountains that I possibly could and probably lose my voice from talking so much because it’s been way too long since I’ve seen my best friend and I miss her
11:27 pm • 27 August 2014 • 97 notes