whyayesosirius:

Feeling really good about myself today for the first time in a long time 😄

You SHOULD be!

(via thedailybeard)

swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.
swoonreads:

fuckyeahawesomehouses:

More Bookshelves Hiding Secret Rooms

Yessssss.

fiercemetalbird:

Every age of my life is accompanied by a woman and a song and a weather and a haircut and a style and a pair of shoes and I used to smoke cigarettes and my pockets used to hold wallet, keys, phone, lighter, cigs, dip, spare change and now they hold wallet, keys, phone and I used to not carry anything in my pockets a long time ago and I used to idolize my dad and I used to think my brother and I would turn out best friends just like the movies and I used to ride a bike and I now drive a car but I should ride a bike and my dogs are the only ones who will be bed companions for a significant amount of time and I try to change that but end up being more alone with people but only when they want to hang around because if they leave first I’ll make up every reason why they were the one that should stay and sometimes I just feel like a fenced in dog barking at every bitch that passes thinking it’s their mom.
#188
9.9.14

fiercemetalbird:

The bed I will make
will be of trees
and the earth I will
take into my mouth for
sustenance.
Thick, black loam rubbing
into my gums.
I will net my naked body in
Chrysanthemums
and rays of sun shall pierce my dimples
toes shall be bare
and will dig into soft New England grass
the dew will wash my feet
and the dew will wash my heart
fear and anxiety shall be my antipodal.
Never again will these hands open a door
or turn on air conditioning
or touch a comb
or run a bath.
The earth shall cleanse me
and when I die
my skin will scatter to the wind as dry leaves
and my innards shall plant themselves into the ground
so I can be reborn.
To think, my consolation prize would have been a suit, an office, a 9 to 5, investments, and expenditures.
No, I will plant myself into the ground and let others play at moving the world
feign at holding it up.
Atlas was a myth
seasons and wind and light and rain and the death they give and the life they bring are very real.
#193
9.13.14

journeyinsidemyhead:

High End Hippie

fiercemetalbird:

Some people have iron souls, they are stolid things and weigh on a heart, bodies must be trained accordingly into iron so they may ferry the precious cargo. #191 9.12.14 

hot4hairy:

Two great stores that go great together!

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This is in response to Doik’s handwriting challenge. I am dropping the ball on tagging ten others though.
Name, URL, tumblr name, crush, favorite color, write something in all caps, favorite band, favorite number, favorite drink, tag ten others.

thecockyones:

thefabulousoriginal:

worthlesswhitebitch:

companioncube0:

I was at Walgreens buying my brother a birthday card. An elderly woman was also in the aisle. She said “can you believe they have wedding cards for two men and look even two women!”

[screams internally]

But she then said “I’ve seen so many changes in my 80 years, it’s wonderful how things are moving forward.”

[internal tears of joy]

She then mentioned that she didn’t know any gay people but that everyone should be treated like they would want to be treated. I smiled and said “you know one now” and pointed at myself. She smiled, patted my shoulder and said “now I do”.

These are so fucking beautiful.

I freaking love old people.

FUCKING CRYING…

Toothpaste For Dinner comic: brush your tongue