This is actually the best thing I’ve ever reblogged.
what is love? BABY DONT HURT ME.
(via be-happ-y)
“Must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. no specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required but would prefer a warm spirited non racist. cynics, critics, pessimists, and “stick in the muds” need not apply. voluptuous figures a plus. any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to mary poppins, claire huxtable, snow white, or elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. i am dubious of actresses, fellons and lesbians but dont want to rule them out entirely. must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, james taylor, and sleeping late. i have a slight limp, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of autumn. i once misinterpreted being called a coal-eyed dandy as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. i wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. all i want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.”
-Matthew Gray Gubler, on his perfect woman.
weh. can i has?
(via elledrivers)
![[r]evolve](http://24.media.tumblr.com/92132e6818f89cd07441079b4572ea8f/tumblr_mk1kzd1G9o1s8ltfao1_500.jpg)
An illustrated ode to introverts by Grant Snider. Also see Susan Cain on the power of introverts.
meow
Today
Today marks 3¾ weeks since I’ve seen you. Today marks 3¾ weeks until I’ll see you again. 3¾ has never felt so large nor so small as it feels today.
tru luv
Dear Amy,
I apologize for the current state of my half of the room. It just takes a really long time to get dressed in the morning when you’re not here to dress me. Of course, that doesn’t really explain the bottles of toner, lotion, and foundation cluttering up my desk. I’d clean it up so that our room was more acceptable looking, but my bed is SO COMFY, and I just want to sit here and listen to Frank Ocean forever.
Love you forever,
Nancy
Your wife
when will i stop
being “pretty………for an asian”
what the fuck does that even mean?
that, if i were any other ethnicity, i wouldn’t cut it?
and since when do we define beauty based on race? because,
i swear to god,
if one more guy (who i stupidly start to care about) tells me that i’m not usually his type, that he usually “doesn’t go for asians,” that he’s usually “only into white girls”
i will flip a fucking shit.
"A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve."
Joseph Joubert (via faintnotmysoul)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via quote-book)
