My dad in 1972!

My dad in 1972!


grimelords:

Making out with a person for the first time is the coolest thing and the second coolest thing is driving home and getting aware of all the parts of your face where they were and tasting their lip balm on your lips. The third coolest thing is outer space.

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psyducked:

party time

(via e-brat)


nateswinehart:

Being good to each other is so important, guys.

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thecoopcosplay:

it’s hard to find your pack when you don’t know how to howl

(via itscarororo)


monetizeyourcat:

a tough opponent

monetizeyourcat:

a tough opponent

(via ceedling)


celinedionsnumber2fan:

my children piddles pinky leonard charlotte and justine

celinedionsnumber2fan:

my children piddles pinky leonard charlotte and justine

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hoodratroughdiamond:

fehyesvintagemanga:

Takahashi Macoto

lovelovelove

hoodratroughdiamond:

fehyesvintagemanga:

Takahashi Macoto

lovelovelove

(via magicbuffet)


waywardandwanderlust:

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

waywardandwanderlust:

heartsandmagic:

Cat doesn’t know what to do with the butterfly that flew on its paw.

I can’t breathe I’m laughing too hard

(via housewifeswag)


airouette:

sephizim:

gromdork:

hanksypanky:

100newfears:

and then romeo-kun and juliet-chan inevitably committed the seppuku

sugoi. what light through the window comes, desu?
it is the east, and my waifu is the sun. 

did my kokoro doki till now? forswear it, sight!
for i ne’er saw true kawaii till this night.

o romeo-kun, romeo-kun, doushite art thou, romeo-kun?
deny thy otou-san and refuse thy namae,
or, if thou ja nai, but be sworn my daisuki,
and i’ll no longer be a capulet-sama.

IM SCREAMING

(via hanthelion)



August

97oakstreet:

window in the park
where the sun shines low
the silver knights roam
kick them up, race them
in clothes they find. home.

knives clatter
on the field
all matter
amasses
dwells beneath
bubbles up
a blessing

in the swamp
through the smog
we steer blindly
gripping the wheel
at both ends
and our children
pressed close
to our chests

turning turning turning
we’ll not know when it stops
‘til the last petal droops
great spiraling spires
pierce the sky and smile
ear to ear to ear to


terribleterribleterrible:

back from the dead

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