— something my 10th grade history teacher told me about how he knew he wanted to marry his wife (via dingyfeathers)
One time when I was 7 i went to this big department store and there was giant rugs hanging from the celling and you could move them to see more rugs, so i moved one and there was an employee sitting behind it eating a bag of Doritos and I screamed and started crying and the store gave us a free rug
do you ever think about the money you don’t have and you just
this is my favorite post on tumblr okay
THAT COST $7?! WTF AMAZON
“you shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night”
people shouldn’t fucking attack other people at any time of day
so embarrassed I don’t wanna talk about it
He was a service cat. He would take care of the mice that imposed upon our castle and bring us dried lizard pieces from his outdoor collection. At dinner he would sit on the counter and watch our cooking show; his eyes following utensils throughout a recipes’ design and would occasionally run off to play with a twist tie from a freshly undone Kale.
He was quiet and super mellow - never bit or scratched anyone. If you picked him up, he’d be yours for however long you wanted to keep him. He was Holmes, the cat that wanted to be in the room with you no matter what you were doing. When I lived alone, he made solitude less scary.
For many, he was the cat that made them a cat-person. For me, he was the cat of my dreams, and he will be loved and appreciated forever.