“I hope you have the courage to pursue someone who is worth pursuing, and not someone who is convenient. Convenience is impatience disguised as your desires, you are worth more than what time has told you, you are worthy of finding someone who will wait for you; don’t settle for what is easy, settle for what is good.”—T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via kvtes)
My dad just yelled “I SWEAR I’LL CUT OFF WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR DICK IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY COKE DON’T YOU DARE” and I came in the room like what the fuck and it was my dad holding up a shoe and my cat sitting by a glass of coca-cola with his paw almost touching inside of it and both of them didn’t even break eye contact with each other
There is a guesstimate that the number of births since the beginning of earth is 108 billion. There were billions, and billions of people who were alive before we got here. We missed so many of these people completely. I want to meet everyone, learn something from them, get a coffee and give them a high five, but realistically, I can never meet them all. From what I know, there are not enough lifetimes for me to do so. So, when I think of all the people I’ve met so far, I feel grateful. I try to notice people I come across, because even though we will both go on with our lives individually, our paths crossed for a mere moment. Maybe we’ll go on with our lives but they will remain a part of it. It doesn’t matter when we met, how old we are, where we are located. We are here on this planet at the exact same time, and somehow, due to some happenstance, we found each other along the way. That is insanely special if you really think about it. It’s possible that we meet who we meet for a reason, because think of all the people you wouldn’t know if one tiny thing had been different. There are billions of people I’ve never met, billions I won’t get to meet, and yet I met you. We know about the existence of one another. So I’m taking the time to tell you all that I appreciate your place in my life, and I’m happy to know of you.
i was trying to open a pickle jar and it fell and shattered on the floor and there was pickles and glass and juice everywhere and i slow turned to my cat and whispered “well we sure do find ourselves in a pickle here” then stood there laughing alone in a dark house illuminated by the fridge light while surrounded by my disaster