She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via deald)
So I was at a thrift store and I see this little cat lamp.
I was like “Aye yo, ya’ll are fuckin’ adorable.”
So I bought the lil’ guy and took him home to plug him in.
Then I was like “No.”
well no wonder why it was in the thrift store
but shit it was 99 cents
i need a back rub, a few shots of whiskey, and a good fuck.unknown (via oraclesfox)
Too mind bending not to reblog!
so Pablo Picasso wasnt crazy