Reader/Writer/Dreamer

To live in a little house with my wife...cooking dinner together every night...decorating for the holidays together wine-drunk with flushed cheeks and trading tipsy kisses...snuggling together on the couch with our blanket collection watching old movies...‘tis the dream

i admire the betta fish because i also am beautiful and want to fight everyone

also people keep giving me inadequate living conditions and expect me to flourish in it without complaint

*SNIFF SNIFF*

What gets me is that after the dog realized they were kinda scared, he/she lied down so the cows could be in control and feel safer. Such love. Animals are amazing.

crying about cave paintings at 7:51 pm is a good exercise that i recommend

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

literally traumatizing to learn that the london bridge is in fucking arizona

....where did people think 'london bridge is falling down' came from?

i don’t necessarily conflate “falling down” with “being dismantled brick by brick and shipped to arizona to be rebuilt” but i guess its not my area of expertise

If your gf/bf/bff needs reassurance on how you feel, just give it to them. We’re humans and go through shit. It’s nice to feel wanted.