Something Catchy...

magicaldeductions:

goddammit bill

allthe23yearolds:

so in her lifetime, a woman can lose about ten gallons of blood through her period.

that’s enough blood loss to die twenty times

women are metal as fuck

cristinahazard:

evdisappearsbye:

captainnightlight:

You’re joking.

I am fucking done


Omg

cristinahazard:

evdisappearsbye:

captainnightlight:

You’re joking.

I am fucking done

Omg

germanyisgay:

teenscoolest:

OMG I CANT STOP LAUGHING

germanyisgay:

teenscoolest:

OMG I CANT STOP LAUGHING

hallucinists:

i think about this video almost every day and i am so frightened of it

h4rdfuck:

[xXx]
awwww-cute:

My girl Dakota (right) met another husky named Koda (left) at the vet the other day

awwww-cute:

My girl Dakota (right) met another husky named Koda (left) at the vet the other day

Terrified for the future.

You don’t want to talk. You don’t try to show any emotion to me. You fill your days with numbers and mindless tv shows while I’m sitting in the wings waiting. What more can I do for you? I gave my life to you. My body to you. I’m going to birth a child for you. But it’s too much to ask for you to even act like you love me? “We’re married, this is what happens when you’re married.” No it’s not. You shouldn’t get comfortable with not knowing anything about how I feel or what I want in life because you’re to sorry to try to be a good man. What more can I do to show you that I do so much for you, just to get slapped in the face by your neglect and selfishness? Is this how it’s always going to be? When she’s born and years to come? Am I just going to stand in the sidelines making your life easy while I do the hard stuff? Like raising OUR child? Will you even care to kiss the boo boos and read the stories? You don’t try to help me mend mine or make the ones you cause better. You don’t even care about the stories I tell you. Not sure how much more of this I can stand. I wish you would realize. I’m tired. Of this. Of being pushed away and in the dark. Blindly following you because I love you. Taking the heartache and insults with stride because you, “don’t mean them.” 6 months I’ve spent carrying your child and I’m still not deserving enough for you attention. 2 years I’ve spent at your side and you still don’t try to fix things. Whatever I’m done. Good fucking night. I’m too tired for this shit.