This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
why should i give a shit that you don’t know how to let go?
why should i change who i am?
you have problems and you need to get help. I’m only saying this because I love you and I know you love me, but you need help.
when was the last time you did something that made yourself happy and not worried about your kids?
when was the last time you decided you’re going to go to a party or you’re going to have fun?
you’re the most important person in your life, you just don’t know it. try to learn and understand that and maybe everyone will love you a bit more.
batwithbutterflywings:xdarkling:somethingborrowedblog:
i know i am.
canadians have poutine
i think we might winI would shag a hobo for some poutine right now.
poutine is SOOOO dank. =)
It sickens me how often these incidents happen. And it’s not only men, either.
Tee of the Day, Too: “THE MAN WITH HIS WORDS #1” from The Balletcats.
I’m loving how much that gun looks like an NES Zapper. But seriously: Don’t hurt cats.
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im not sure if i like my new layout or not.
what do you think?
(via prettyoungthang:rainbowdinosaur:thelovelybones:sweetnonsense)
SUMMER; I love The Smiths.
TOM; Sorry?
SUMMER; I said I love The Smiths. You– you have a good taste in music.
TOM; You like The Smiths?
SUMMER; Yeah. “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” I love ‘em.
TOM; Holy.