i remember seeing these at the renaissance fair and always wanting to get one

sorry to burst your bubble,
but i don’t appreciate being spoken to like a whore. 

guys sure know how to spit their game. pardon me while a puke in a corner and rain on their parade. 

maybe you were all faster than me; we gave each other up so easily; these silly little wounds will never mend; i feel so far from where i’ve been

very sweet to say, anon. 
but believe me, i don’t think you’d want to sweep me off my feet anyway

Delaney; resident neighborhood watch dog. #missdelaney #goldendoodle #goldendoodlesofinstagram #bigdog #love

Playing in her newly fencer yard! There’s nothing she loves more 💚 #goldendoodle #goldendoodlesofinstagram #love #outside #fetch #happy #missdelaney

our love fern…
YOU LET IT DIEEEEE!

Oh you know, just making out with my idol #vanessacarlton #nessaholic

i can’t help but feel like the last 2 years of my life has been nothing but a waste. might as well not existed. where do i go when i have nowhere to go? panic mode. 

unfamiliararchetype:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

this is gorgeous and breathtaking. 

                i used to do this all the time. i used to be free.                                                                                                       

daycaredropout:

the vicious pitbull in its naturally godless killing rage

pitbulls forever! they arent born to kill, they are molded by how their raised, just like any other animal. if its owner is kind and caring, he will be too. if their owner trains them to fight for their lives day after day because another human or dog is beating him/attacking him, he’s gonna defend himself. NOT ALL PITBULLS ATTACK. love <3

radiantz:

thank you.

my heart </3
thank you for saving my life. i’m pretty sure i would’ve made it through my teenage years without you. thank you.

i miss live music. i haven’t been to a show in a long time and it makes me sad. i started when i was 12, and if there was a show, i was there every weekend. it’s what i starved for. it was my reason for living back then. when shit got tough, i always knew that music would always be there for me. i could escape my life at home and be myself and not give a damn what others thought about me. i miss connecting with the bands, hanging onto everything they sang or said. i miss the incredible people i’ve met who share the same passion as i did. i miss the spark of energy that would flow through me as i sang along. that moment when you think that someone in your favorite band had locked their eyes on you and knew that you existed. i guess i’m coming to the realization that this is growing up. your favorite bands are gonna break up. you’re going to lose contact with those people you met. that feeling of energy begins to dwindle. i think back to memories, wishing i could just relive them. but now, i guess memories are all we have. my heart aches a little when i look back on it all, because i truly loved it so much. at least those memories will always be mine.

forever a bandaid.