I’m so glad tumblr doesn’t tell you the amount of users who have seen your post because the thought of being perceived scares me
I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.
Day 9
i really wish someone else had been around to hear the noise i made upon opening the flap and seeing This Thing staring back at me
Both were filled at the same time with the same water, only one had oysters.
Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
hey man what’s wrong with you
the usual
Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.
The Flower Vendor by Victor Prouvé (1882)
“Goodbye, Sephiroth”
Romance is dead, do it for the bit