somethingodd:

THEY ARE LIKE LITTLE SAUSAGES MADE OF PUPPY.

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anakistarsong:

zing-noir:

River otters at the Zoological & Botanical Garden in Ichikawa, Japan

omg the last one he pops up ahjfskghfagskjfkhdjs ahahaha

This is what heaven looks like…

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ifpaintingscouldtext:

Robert Reid | Fleur de Lis | c.1895-1900 

ifpaintingscouldtext:

Robert Reid | Fleur de Lis | c.1895-1900 

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amoyed:

is this what heaven looks like

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Almost every single person I’ve ever liked or dated is engaged or married. In addition, my feed has been flooded with wedding photos lately.

What that says about my social circles (Christians love getting married early!) is beside the point because I basically had a moment of crisis after all the weekend announcements.

Jumbled thoughts of, “omg omg omg what am I doing in life, why is everyone growing up  -  please stop getting old - seriously what happened to just dating for a few years - omg” and then a very strong desire to buy new shoes flooded me for a few moments.

Only, that threw me into another crisis because I’m too broke right now to buy shoes I don’t need. 

But seriously, everyone is moving on to the next stage of life and here I am wondering where I can get this pair of sneakers for cheaper than current list price.

gruntledandhinged:

ALL of this. Encourage people to try new words, to mess them up, to experiment with vocabulary, to learn complicated adjectives and verbs and nouns, because words are fun.
Also, don’t be a jerk.

gruntledandhinged:

ALL of this. Encourage people to try new words, to mess them up, to experiment with vocabulary, to learn complicated adjectives and verbs and nouns, because words are fun.

Also, don’t be a jerk.

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addelburgh:

farewell

addelburgh:

farewell

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lambhoof:

i have a special folder for photos of small dogs snoozing on large sleeping places

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Adulthood, tbd

Despite not accepting adulthood gracefully, I’m actually pretty good at my job. So sometimes I think I’ve just made some mistakes along the way. I just have to make things right and everything will start to progress again.

Not to be all special snowflake and all, but I guess I sometimes think of myself as a star. It’s just not yet my time, I’m young, I’m finding myself, etc,.

And then sometimes I think I’m the wagon, and I’ve been hitching myself to the wrong star over and over again. Every time I unhook myself, I fall back to earth and have to find a new ride.
When I head back up, I wonder if this is the right star for me. Will it shine as brightly as I hope? I get a little higher and brighter each time. Falling back to earth is a longer, harder, and more painful journey.

What constitutes a nervous breakdown?

I ask mom what’s for dinner tonight and she mentions that Grandma is making chicken soup.

I tell my parents I plan to go to the gym today, so they ask me to stop by and visit my grandparents beforehand.

A few hours later I get an email from my dad saying we’re having dumplings tonight and can everyone help make them.

I don’t know how I got so fragile, but I read that email and almost burst into tears. I’m hovering on the edge of absolutely crippling anxiety because I can’t get a handle on being an adult. I’m paying for an expensive gym membership but I never go to the gym, and it seems like every time I think it’s a good time to go to the gym something happens where I feel like I can’t go.

I’m having a nervous breakdown, maybe. Anything at this point could set it off. Is this a life crisis?

I can’t do anything except look at photos of bunnies and puppies. I can barely get out of bed most mornings without scrolling through happy photos of fat small dogs on instagram first.

apriki:

DRAKE IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN GUYS

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"If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them."

anonymous reader on The Dish

One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

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It’s important to look at things the other way sometimes.

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AMEN

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pleatedjeans:

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