enjoy some photos of pups snoozin

IF 👏 A 👏 LARGE 👏 DOG 👏 THINKS 👏 IT’S 👏 A 👏 LAP 👏 DOG 👏 IT’S 👏 A 👏 LAP 👏 DOG 👏

Robert, 1973, by Laurance Ratner

Women are in a constant, unending emotional cycle of “I deserve more,” vs. “what if this is the best I’ll ever get?” with too many men.

women be having hysterical episodes in their cars outside the house at midnight

You deserve a partner who checks whether you’re comfortable. You deserve a partner who will respect your boundaries. You deserve a partner who will be cautious if you do not know what your boundaries are.

i often wonder how many ppl from 2012 tumblr are still active on here

are u also still here, lurking in the shadows????

“If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.”

— Unknown

You attract what you are and you create what you think about. Act like the person you want to become. Think like the person you want to become. Nothing changes in your life unless you make the decision and commitment to change it. Hold an image in your mind of how you wish to see yourself living. Visualize it everyday and you will unconsciously start to do things that will move you towards that goal.

“why are you listening to that one part of the song over and over again?”

Should I do an expressive/descriptive writing on these two pictures? I’m really feeling the need to lately….hmmm…..

I wish that we could lay right here and never think about our fears forever, forever, forever. I want to fulfill my lifelong aspirations of leaving my mark on the canvas of the world with a man I love. I yearn to scale mountains in the most trying situations; metaphorically and physically with our hearts intertwined as one, beating together in sync, supplying our tiring muscles with oxygen rich blood. Once we reach the top and gaze across the horizon, we would drown in love by locking lips at 1500 ft sea level; above where the birds, who live in the trees which sway with the wind beneath us, scrape the sky. We would treasure the moment with every fiber of our beings, which are entangled together in a mess of love and contentment. The sun with its warm beams would glisten on our eyelashes as they brush together during deep kiss and our souls would come together in a beautiful collision, giving life to everlasting sparks

I wish we could get drunk on love and the emotions, so raw, would roll off our tongues. I would taste the trace of alcohol on your breath. I would breathe every inch of you in. I would explore your skin with my soft hands eager to tickle all of your body with the tips of my fingers and cup your fragile heart in my two bare hands. It would be just me and you, lazily brushing our two lips together. The clank of pool balls and the soft chatter of onlookers fill the air, but it cannot break my intense gaze into your warm brown eyes. Because you draw me closer to love

“One of these days you’re going to wake up and realize you’re beautiful and powerful … That will be the day you stop running after people who don’t see your worth. That will be a really good day.”

— Brooke Hampton

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love