How To Train Your Humans

I’m obsessed with this



How To Train Your Humans

I’m obsessed with this

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Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via wordsnquotes)






Seriously, Rugrats was not fucking around.

People don’t give Rugrats enough credit for how progressive it was. I mean think about it.

  • Chuckie, for most of the series is raised by a single father
  • Angelica’s mother was a high ranking corporate executive
  • Phil and Lil’s mom was a feminist 
  • She also breastfed them (which the show actually depicted)
  • Tommy is half-Jewish and the show actually explored this part of his heritage

Seriously, this show was fucking amazing!! They just don’t make ‘em like this anymore….

Also don’t forget that Chuckie had an interracial family after the second movie.

How are you guys forgetting Susie? I mean her mom was a doctor and her dad was a writer for a famous Children’s TV show. Not to mention Kimmie was anything BUT submissive.

Remember when they had episodes that hit hard to issues kids might be dealing with? Chuckie only had his Dad on Mothers Day, Tommy had to deal with being outshadowed by a new baby brother, Phil and Lil were constantly being mixed up and then they had a couple episodes where they each found that even as a twin they were their own people.
Man Rugrats was the shit.

Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.

Robin Sharma (via severs)

This hit me like a brick…

(via knitting-books)

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Having trouble getting out the tent


Having trouble getting out the tent











She is the Senator of my state and that makes me really happy.

Bless this woman

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Last summer you took me to the ocean.
You taught me how to fall in love with broken seashells and how to fear the infinity of the water.
We sat on the edge of the waves,
Ankles deep in the sea-kissed sand,
And I whispered that I loved you with each passing tide.
Your shadow beside mine,
Walking down the boardwalk with burning bare feet and naked hearts,
We were careless.
I think for an instance that we forgot that we were far from perfect.
We bought a small beach towel on a night in mid-july
And we laid out on the cold sand like a layer of sheer lust.
You rested your head on a sandy pillow
And I laid upon your chest under the full white moon.
The perpetual waves were a symphony of youth, recklessness, and of first love.
Memories like this make me miss the sound of your voice
gwegg (via gwegg)

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.


How to Pack Luggage?

Need this for Michigan 👏


seeing your friends after they went out and had fun and “forgot” to invite you


My life