Has had some big highs and big lows.
When I was younger my brother and I found a kitten. It had a collar. And I knew it belonged to someone else. But to let it stay out lost was sad. So we brought it home and we made posters and my dad sat down with me and said someone else loves this cat a lot. Someone else misses this cat and someone else is going to take it back. You cannot get attached. Because when it goes back to its owner you’re going to be really sad. And we kept that kitten for a few days bought it toys and food it slept in my bed. The day the kid came to our door to get his kitten I cried because I had gotten so attached to what was not mine.
WITH MY SWEET MAN.
Reunited and it feels so good
I smacked my god damn face so many times on those stupid fuckers. I was never good with girl toys. I played better in the dirt, or wrestling with the boys. Fuck those fucking flying fairy fucks.
This toy was actually discontinued for injuries like that. Also for scalping children.
(Source: shannonbruno)
I feel like I haven’t been home in days.
Fuck
If you really want to complain about being broke all the time don’t be bragging about your new Jeffrey Campbell’s.
I love you.
