When I Die You Have Permission To Turn Me Into A Frankenstein Monster, Donate My Blood To A Vampire,

storms a-comin!

Been dating my bf for 6 almost 7 months, which rounds up to a year, which is basically enough time to know i want to marry him, so basically he should propose already

“When you stop talking to people, stop talking about them too.”

— Unknown

i need u Jesus

i need u Jesus

I think we’re going to be together forever.

“Don’t say that”, said the older woman in the car. Hand on the steering wheel, her eyes remained fixed on the narrow one-lane road ahead of her. “I know you love him now, but what if someone better comes along?”

The younger woman stuttered in protest, “What if? Someone better? What?”

There was no one better. They belonged together. She was healing, and he was gentle. He laughed with her and the sense of humor she had developed, loved the jokes that made her the “funny one” because she was soft and small and wouldn’t be heard when she wasn’t being funny. He appreciated every thought she had and loved her for being alive. 

A fire burned hot in the young woman’s heart as she looked back at her mother. Her lips were barely parting as she finished her sentence “…probably not going to get married.”

The doctor said "You aren't going to have a baby", but his grimace made me think twice before smiling.

"So what IS that?"

my dog is so fake

I went downstairs to get a midnight snack while my dog was sleeping. I turned on the light and made a bunch of noise but she only looked up when she heard the sound of a single goldfish dropping on the floorrrr

why i hate english class

I like the words in my head

But as soon as I type them out

The black 12-pt letters mock me

Nana nana, boo boo

We don’t like you

That’s when the letters begin to move:

Darting across the page

Every direction

Bumping into each other

Transferring energy

Making an incoherent mess

I reach for a blanket

I catch them in one fell swoop,

swing the bundle over my head,

throw them in the can

That’s when the letters begin to cry:

Wailing through the metal

Very loudly

Falling on their knees

Claiming to be sorry

They didn’t mean it

Too bad! 

Now I have a new thought

To take out of my head

And onto the page

And off the page again

they would say noot noot if they could

I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots