calleo:

i-am-a-mushroom:

i-am-a-mushroom:

i-am-a-mushroom:

i-am-a-mushroom:

My shrimp is so weird like when I touch it, it changes colors and kinda spasms sometimes idk

like it was kinda pinkish and then it turned red and now its yellow

and it has a stripe that wasn’t there before

its weird

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clarification

MY PET SHRIMP

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further clarafication

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SHRIMP

IN

A

FISH TANK

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This is worth the read.

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meladoodle:

nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off

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vronboy:

water-lesbians:

fuckyeahragetoons:

blowing up bridges 

its looks like sonic ran across that bridge

vronboy:

water-lesbians:

fuckyeahragetoons:

blowing up bridges 

its looks like sonic ran across that bridge

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“There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.”
— Judith McNaught, Remember When (via kushandwizdom)

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

— Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)

I miss you and love you all in the same moment of holding you.

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c1u:

reblog if you are into bondage or if you like french fries

(via thatfriendlyblackguy)

thekittymeows:

kappatain-crunch:

missin somebody a lot but not wanting to seem clingy

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My fucking lifeeeee

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