Pessimist trying to be optimist
There is too much of everything; I want it all.
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spooktre:

Are cats even real?

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spooktre:

Are cats even real?

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tastefullyoffensive:

If Disney Princesses Were Actually Sloths by Jen Lewis

Previously: Nicolas Cage as Disney Princesses

fadeintocase:

is this a nature spirit

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fadeintocase:

is this a nature spirit

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so many potatoes in the world are waiting for me to eat them

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beksboys:

IT SUDDENLY GOT REALLY DARK IN HERE LIKE as if someone stood in front of our brightest lamp and it freaked me out so bad cause i thought “GHOSTS??? DEMONS?????” and i turned around and all i saw was

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nettosan:

datademon:

damn-arrows:

caffensis:

revyas:

I like it when cats settle down and it looks like they don’t have any limbs

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they’re slugs

…and if you ever wondered what they look like from underneath when doing that:

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This is important

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daintychinaprincess:

urfbownd:

There should be a show just called “AU”

every single episode, a group of the same characters are in a different alternate universe with no explanation as to why.

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English Bulldog puppy at the sea

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English Bulldog puppy at the sea

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Tagged: (studyspo)

study-hard-now:

I am mentally unable to study without colors😦

study-hard-now:

I am mentally unable to study without colors😦

study-hard-now:

I am mentally unable to study without colors😦

I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.

— What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)

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weedjoke420:

no offense but what the fuck am i doing

solarsisterss:

U know how in winter it gets so cold and u think u will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot u think u will never be cold again I think that is how it is with ur feelings like when u r sad u think u will never be happy and when u r happy u think u will never be sad. But u will be hot again and u will be cold again and u will be sad again but most of all u will be happy again

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tastefullyoffensive:

New names for stuff. [doghousediaries]