dis nigga, going places.
A dream that was.
A story never told.
A voice that wasn't heard.
Trying to survive.
--> I am learning.
--> I am not perfect.
--> I can't always be happy.
--> I am sensitive.
--> I have problems.
--> I am real.
- Madeline L’Engle (via psych-facts)
“do your homework!”
if you insist
today’s very important post
THAT BOBCAT LOVES THAT BOY
He’s scent marking the hell outta that boy. So this is basically the equivalent of him saying “MINE, MINE, MINE, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!”
i wish i was skinny enough to wear leather jackets and short jean shorts and short skirts with ripped leggings and boots and look sexy as hell and then come home and drink hot chocolate while wearing an oversized sweater and cute fuzzy socks without feeling like fucking shrek okay
Inspired by a recent experience I had with someone stealing my art and cropping out my URL.
Dedicated to every artist who has had their art work stolen.
artists feel this everytime you steal or repost art without permission or source.
Steal my art and I’ll steal your life
- Albert Einstein (via psych-facts)
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.