I either finish a book and have the next one propped over and ready to go or I wait 27 years and two wars before I start the next one. There is no in between.
That is a 100% accurate description of my reading methods
So I just woke up at 4:45 am with a non stop meowing noise… Open my apartment door and this little guy came running in
Congratulations on your new cat
you’ve been chosen
This guy won the selfie game.
is there a worse feeling than trying not to cry when someone asks what’s bothering you and you just say ‘I’m fine’?
"It scares me to death to think that one day I might look back into my life and realize that I lived it painfully ordinary."
I scrolled for ten minutes after reading this and had to scroll all the way back, ‘cause damn.
this made me happy ^
What goes through my mind alllll the damn time.
i hate when i’m trying to destroy babies on the train in staring contests and their parents catch me grilling their little ball of sunshine so i have to smile and pretend like i was admiring it. next time that fucking kid is going down
He’s Counting Down From 21, And By The Time He Reaches 15, My Stomach Is In Knots
This. This is important.
He’s beyond amazing
I wasn’t ready for that.
I don’t think anyone was ready for that.
Does anyone else find it odd that our society expects 14-year-old kids to know what jobs they will want for the rest of their lives, but doesn’t believe an adult woman when she says she doesn’t want to be a mother?