don't stop believing
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if oyu planned on fallin gin love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
Nicholas SparksThe Notebook (via feellng)
thecatholicbadwolf-whowaited:

ink-its-art:

1kidsentertainment:

sempiternal-memory:

voiceofnature:

So I dyed my cats pink with leftover beet water. No regrets! <3 :D I had to wash them because of some oil spill they had gotten into, and chose to use the beet water, which is perfectly safe. I had no idea it would really make them this pink. 

I bet this poor person has gotten plenty of hate filled messages from people that didn’t read the caption and think she used real hair dye.

COTTON CANDY KITTY

OMG SO FLUFFY 

Majestic pink kitty

thecatholicbadwolf-whowaited:

ink-its-art:

1kidsentertainment:

sempiternal-memory:

voiceofnature:

So I dyed my cats pink with leftover beet water. No regrets! <3 :D
I had to wash them because of some oil spill they had gotten into, and chose to use the beet water, which is perfectly safe. I had no idea it would really make them this pink.

I bet this poor person has gotten plenty of hate filled messages from people that didn’t read the caption and think she used real hair dye.

COTTON CANDY KITTY

OMG SO FLUFFY 

Majestic pink kitty

thankyouforthedildos:

Actual trash bag takes a selfie

thankyouforthedildos:

Actual trash bag takes a selfie

sixpenceee:

did you ever become friends with someone so beautiful?  and then they started telling you about the douchebags in their lives that did horrible things to them, like cheat and lie. and the only thing running through your mind is “who would ever want to hurt someone like you?”

Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
(via 5feetoffury)