I thought I could be friendly.

On my way to work, a grandma was looking at me like I spilled milk on her 50-year-old quilt. I hate milk and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a quilt, so I smiled at her. She raised an eyebrow and walked away.

Hello Wednesday.

What, I can’t rant?

Having a job that requires intense analysis of words made me miss words even more.

I wish there were things I could do to get hyped up to create something good enough to please my now-boring world of words. C’mon, is there a way that doesn’t involve thinking of or looking at words? I mean, seriously, even Rachael Ray has that over-the-shoulder sprinkle of salt for luck. Pfft.

you did this

I refuse to be the B and the P that I once was. Just don’t effing F with me.

Never do.

Just please don’t.

Freedom

foreverness:

free like birds…

 My bird tattoo inspiration #1 ♥♥♥

Boyfriends come and go. But friends? You’re married to them the moment you consider them as one.

Boyfriends come and go. But friends? You’re married to them the moment you consider them as one.

hcgs (via iamhanna)

i love this, and i love you deary. :)