Really missing my sassy loving cat right now. #catsofinstagram

Really missing my sassy loving cat right now. #catsofinstagram


quimbycub:

willow-wanderings:

nedahoyin:

queenqueerqutie:


Martin Bauendahl

Real life vs Societal expectations

Wow..

Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.

Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.

quimbycub:

willow-wanderings:

nedahoyin:

queenqueerqutie:

Martin Bauendahl

Real life vs Societal expectations

Wow..

Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.

Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.

Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.
So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.

Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.

(via metal-headz-unite)


What You Crave vs What You Need

Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
Cookies: Freudian psychology.
Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
Ice: The sweet release of death.

maybe it’s depression.


mermaid-dives-underwater:

smoestoe:

Today’s mental health reminder: a relapse, a sudden series of attacks, a string of awful days, (or whatever your step back may be) does not decrease your value. Take your time, do some self care, reflect on the progress that you have made. You are strong; one step back is nothing when you look at the journey you have already made.

Needed to hear that

(via everyday-inspiration)


mossssiinnn’

mossssiinnn’


you just ain’t yourself, kid.

you just ain’t yourself, kid.


Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount
Haruki Murakami (via psych-facts)


#Reasonswhyigotosheridan

#Reasonswhyigotosheridan



fuckred:

wildhogs2007:

this is my favorite video

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Tell her why you would die of a broken heart without her.

Whenever she doesn’t talk to you, sing, ‘Do you love me?’ from Fiddler On The Roof. After the movie, make her a cup of tea before you both go to bed. Do this every night. Yes, every night; don’t forget to add lots of honey. Sometimes, you’ll wonder if that’s the reason her skin is golden.

She likes long showers, and has a panic attack at the thought of having to order at a drive-through. Don’t let her shyness fool you though, she will re-enact movie scenes, dance in the supermarket, sing at the top of her lungs after midnight, and do a one woman show, just for you.

There will be times when you’ll feel lost though. I know you want to understand everything about her and figure out why she acts a certain way.

But, look at yourself first. You are barely figuring out who you are, and you demand to know every little thing about her? Fuck you. Tell me why you have that weird twitch when you get flustered? You don’t know? Well, until you figure that out, don’t over-analyze her. I know you will, but try to take it easy on her.

She has a capacity to love that will sweep the dust off your old bitter heart. And whether it’s an injured banana slug, or a dog who needs a home, notice how her eyes shine brighter than love.

I know two and a half years seems like a long time, but in the big picture, your lives are insignificant blurs, and unless you give a meaning to them, they don’t mean a damn thing.

And you are lucky, because she gives your life meaning: the way she makes fun of how you wash your hair, her smile after you kiss her goodbye in the morning, her phobias that you forget all the time, her love for country music and Kanye West…

Slow down, and learn how to live. Daydreams are good, but don’t fall into a fantasy world in order to escape your problems.

You’re doing fine, and you’ll be okay as long as you don’t bullshit yourself.

Dear Diary #1 - by Julian (via youshouldacceptchaos)