nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.
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but then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all. -john green. hi, i'm katie.
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Lots of feelings night.

I’m terrified to grow up, to move on, to make decisions that could not be the best ones. I want to leave and be done, but I’m not ready to make the decisions that get me there.

A constant reminder of where I can find her.

146,731 notes
May 21st
man-you-be-trippin: 26letterscombined: Been having a lot of these days lately. Yep This is the bane of my existence.

man-you-be-trippin:

26letterscombined:

Been having a lot of these days lately.

Yep

This is the bane of my existence.

likeafieldmouse:

Amy Stein - Domesticated (2008)

Artist’s statement:

“Within these scenes I explore our paradoxical relationship with the wild and how our conflicting impulses continue to evolve and alter the behavior of both humans and animals. We at once seek connection with the mystery and freedom of the natural world, yet we continually strive to tame the wild around us and compulsively control the wild within our own nature. Within my work I examine the primal issues of comfort and fear, dependence and determination, submission and dominance that play out in the physical and psychological encounters between man and the natural world. Increasingly, these encounters take place within the artificial ecotones we have constructed that act as both passage and barrier between domestic space and the wild.”

1,293 notes
May 19th
magicalnaturetour: Baby duckling by darielka26

magicalnaturetour:

Baby duckling by darielka26

Mike Gary

I am having homemade BBQ at my brothers today with the Mom’s for a late Mother’s Day celebration and I’m real excited for the lovely food.

getoffmybloghoe:

when you lose your phone in the blanket and you just image

Fuck being a girl isn’t worth it if once a month I feel like I want to kill someone and tear apart things

bridmpreg:

alyssaties:

AAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

fancifullauren:

irishfangirlshipper:

dorkstrider:

why do women’s clothing designers believe that girls do not need pockets

It’s so they can sell us bags

image

arpakassomomma:

captawesomesauce:

What do I do when I’m sick? I google “cat beards” on google images and here were some of the best. 

omfg

67,535 notes
May 19th
vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry.

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.