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Ha

Congratulations to Greg and Sam on their engagement today. Right after she said yes, the homies were like “Ok, who’s next?” And all at once they looked at me and pointed! Whoa guys, slow your roll haha. Neither of us are hearing wedding bells…yet xP he knows I’m caught up in wedding fever right now though. Just a bit hehe.

Babe, I know you’re reading this. Let’s get married. Jknotjk. Put a ring on it though.

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So I went to the beach today…almost turned into a lobster 😑 🌊🔴

So I went to the beach today…almost turned into a lobster 😑 🌊🔴

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Creepy shit you can’t make up.

My sister’s coworker’s daughter is 5 years old. It was recently realized that she talks a lot when she’s left alone to play. But she doesn’t just ramble like typical kids. She talks like she’s in an actual conversation. And she talks A LOT. Her mom would start to ask her, “Who are you talking to?” The same three names would always come up. One day her daughter followed up with, “But mommy…they’re dead”. Her mom got a little freaked out. She mentioned that small things would happen around the house - things falling over that had no reason to, or strange sounds. She told her daughter “Ok, but when you go to sleep, ask them to go home and make sure they don’t leave a mess”. Nothing incredibly out of the ordinary happens, let alone harmful. Sometimes her daughter whines because one of her “friends” doesn’t want to play with her. It’s not just at home either. When they go for a drive, she has conversations in the car too. But wait, it gets better…

One of the most recent encounters left her mom with goosebumps. While in the car, her daughter was having a really long conversation. When she stopped, her mom asked who she was talking to. She said “My new fried Maria. She’s dead too. She was murdered. There were bad people and lots of police.” Her mom asked what she looked like. She said “Her hair is big and wild, and her jaw looks like this-” and she pulled her jaw down outward as if to represent it being dislocated.” It wasn’t the descriptions that shocked her mom. It was the fact that her mom had a sister named Maria with crazy, big hair, and 18 years ago she was killed. Her husband shot her in the face, leaving her jaw exactly as her 5 year old just described. So she asked her daughter, “What is Maria saying?”
“She says we need to go to Grandma’s house.”
Her grandfather recently passed. Was her sister trying to send a message about the grandmother, through her 5 year old daughter? She planned a trip to see grandma right away. And that’s the last that I heard.

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Throwback Thursday, when food was his only competition 😹

Throwback Thursday, when food was his only competition 😹

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💕💅🎀👗

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"I fell in love and I wasn’t planning on it. No, not that I wasn’t already planning out our wedding by the 15th day and 360th hour of non stop small talk and yes- very deep talk. But I just didn’t exactly want to because the only type of love I was familiar with really liked vacations and red stop lights. The kind of love in which I had a hideous past with involved silence (not the good kind). The love I knew was an unrequited bitch who woke up on the wrong side of the bed most mornings. It missed the bus and took the wrong train, relentlessly trying to get to destinations in which it will never arrive. It mumbled and tip toed around vows, woke them up at 3 am and hoped to god that the sunrise was the new amnesia. The kind of love I knew tweeted “yasss you can get it *insert heart emoji*” just to get me jealous. For the record, Love and I did not have the best record. I was pleasantly taken back to learn that there is other loves… and they are so much more beautiful in person. I learned love was a 5’5 whine saying “I love you more I know I do.” Love was now coffee and I was now a regular. It is promises I actually intend to keep for the first time and knotty hair in my fingers. Love made fun of me, like all the time, but I kind of like it. Love is laying next to me and breathing into the phone so I don’t lose my shit at 5 am when the closet creeks. It was goose bumps on my thighs, two plates on the table with no intention of lies or even company for that matter. Love’s laugh was my all natural medicinal cure but she’ll be sure it’s mary jane. Love has these incredible brown eyes that pierce through any ability I had to stop myself from falling into vortex along with a million other people who are scared as hell refusing to fold their cards. I’ve got the best hand in the house. Love dig graves in her head trying to bury her thoughts. Love sends me lyrics, mostly from songs I’ll already had heard but I listen again for her sake, when she can’t express her hearts actions into words because the word leave will consume her body, subside in her veins, and make her squeamish to the idea of ever getting close to anybody. This kind of love let me in and I let love in. I thoroughly became best friends with Love, who is a stubborn, never-wrong, pain in my ass, honey honey honey. I will love, love, endlessly"

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Ash

started as a Pokemon trainer at age 10.

I’m 23, what the fuck am I doing with my life.

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So upset

it’s making me want a cigarette. Work is stressing me out. Relationship concerns bumming me out.

At least tomorrow is my day off. My gameboy advance came in the mail just in time. Gonna play the shit out of Pokemon.

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Concerned.

Got into my relationship with my boyfriend right before he left for school. It’s been just over two years and our families haven’t met. Not even our parents. It bothers me…it means a lot that they meet. Am I overreacting?