Sumi-selfie! 

Sumi-selfie! 

Jan 11. 0 Notes.
True

True

Jan 11. 0 Notes.
Do not. 

Do not. 

Jan 11. 0 Notes.
i need this. 

i need this. 

(via manilleisabel)

Breakfast

Breakfast

Sep 10. 0 Notes.

tastefullyoffensive:

Funny Sandwich Board Signs

Previously: Funny Business Signs

These are hilarious.

(via meminusyou)

Life sucks for me, nowadays.

Life sucks for me, nowadays.

Jul 30. 0 Notes.
Will try updating this blog of mine. Look at that face. Disgusting, e? LOL.

Will try updating this blog of mine. Look at that face. Disgusting, e? LOL.

Jul 30. 0 Notes.

Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You

thunderpopcola:

By GABY DUNN 

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

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And then..my heart starts crying. It’s as if I’m reading my thought ages ago. 

Are you a Pokemon? Because I choose you! (; (Taken with Instagram)

Are you a Pokemon? Because I choose you! (; (Taken with Instagram)

Aug 07. 0 Notes.
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