Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I swear you can cure any bad day with pizza, beer and good company. Happy 40th Birthday Mellow Mushroom! #40yearsbaked

I swear you can cure any bad day with pizza, beer and good company. Happy 40th Birthday Mellow Mushroom! #40yearsbaked

I swear… You can cute anything with beer, pizza and good friends. Happy 40th Birthday Mellow Mushroom! #40YearsBaked

I swear… You can cute anything with beer, pizza and good friends. Happy 40th Birthday Mellow Mushroom! #40YearsBaked

Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Snuggles with this cutie. #catspam

Snuggles with this cutie. #catspam

Sunday, August 17, 2014

My cat is being needy and literally rubs her face against mine every time I lay down like “Wake up human! You’re on my time now!”

'so, so young,' that is what my psychiatrist tells me. i am so, so young to feel so old. i am twenty one and i want to peel off my skin. i am tired before i wake up. i am staying inside my head. i am feeling the cost of rent.


i can’t live in this body sometimes. i pick at my skin. i shake like a tree in the wind. i don’t run from the rain. i wish i was a hyacinth. i am so young. i wish i were the rocks that get picked up by the waves at the beach; laughing, laughing. they are so old.


i am so, so young; i realize this. i understand when friends gasp at my age. i am old inside. my body is a tree and you can count my rings like you can count the trauma on my skin. you want to rake my leaves. i am a haunted house on the hill. i am old inside. i have ghosts.

i wanted a body like a garden but i pulled too many weeds. i would never say to anyone what i say to myself. when i look in the mirror i see someone else. i am so young.


my mother always told me i was old in my eyes. in the cold my bones creak and ache. this has never changed. i am a measure for hurricanes. there are shipwrecks in my stomach and burning houses in my veins. i am so, so old.

like a writing desk: laughing, laughing  (via poetfire)
Friday, August 15, 2014
gemini-summer:

Boho 

Things I need to start doing.

Going to bed before 2am.
Getting up before 10am.
Getting to class and work on time.
Running at least 3 days a week.
Saving money.
Doing yoga.
Setting aside an hour a day to practice hooping, piano, and guitar.
Drinking more water.
Saying what I mean.
Cleaning and doing laundry more regularly.
Eating more regularly/healthy.
Studying at least 2 hours every night.
Applying for scholarships.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see. …Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all. Neutral milk hotel (via eveemfc)
Thursday, August 14, 2014

Talked to Austin about how fucking terrifying dating is once you officially enter the world of grown-up dating. Seriously though. I’ve only legitimately dated 2 people after high school, one of which is Austin and we were friends since like middle school and the other was Jesse and we all know how that is.
He’s interested in a girl who graduated with me and I actually recently talked to her. Austin and I are both what I like to call serial monogamists. We date one person at a time for very long periods of time. He has only had 3 legit relationships and I’ve really only had 4 (and numerous bed buddies). But he can’t tell if she’s interested or not. And I hate that I can’t give him any insight because I’m a fucking terrible dater and I get awkward and blush a lot and then I start the downward spiral of freaking myself out. It’s too hard. And I don’t like all this dating anxiety. I like to know what’s coming next so I can prepare myself. Like I’ve been talking to a guy for two months, I’ve only met him once and if any of you actually read my personal posts then you know how that went. And you know, I’m pretty resilient when it comes to people walking out of my life. If you don’t act like you care about me then I’m walking away because it’s a waste of my time. On to the next one. But I’ve gotten attached to this one. And it may just be because I’m in that break-up mindset where I just become infatuated with the next one but still. Like we talked a lot more before we met in person but he still says really cute things. Much like your SO would say after you’ve actually been dating for a while. And that’s why it’s so confusing. Because he only talks to me so sparingly now but says things like “I wish you were cuddled up next to me” or “I’m ready to have you in my arms”. Like dude, I know we had sex and I’m amazing and all but I’m not entirely sure if you’re being sincere or just telling me what you think I want to hear. You should clarify that. Not gonna lie, the sex was pretty good but I’d legitimately be heartbroken if that’s all he wanted with me. I’d like to think that I’m a pretty cool cat and that I’m worth getting to know a little better but I can play that game too. I just wish people would be real and stop trying to play it cool. Because being nonchalant about dating isn’t getting you anywhere. If you want to fuck someone just be straight up about it. And if you genuinely like them and want to take them to the movies and cuddle with them in rainy Sundays then fucking tell them. I mean I’m not trying to get married or anything I just want to know where I stand. I’m a big girl, I can handle it. And you know what, there’s people who agree with me on that.

cozyqueen:

bruh porn titles be so extra and so outta line like u got shit like “HORNY TIGHT ASIAN TEEN GAGS ON MONSTER COCK” like relax why u so loud & specific.

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night… Sylvia Plath (via raccoonwounds)
it8bit:

Super Mario Bros. Wedding Cake
Created by Naera
(via:insanelygaming)

it8bit:

Super Mario Bros. Wedding Cake

Created by Naera

(via:insanelygaming)

brieetlejuice:

The best episode

(Source: compsognathids)