
My fake closet decided that I have nothing better to do tonight than to pick her drunk-ass up off of my floor. Cool.
"
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And he spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what the little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how your spent your dash?
"Tell people there’s an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority will believe you. Tell them the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to be sure"
Me aw the fuckin time.
Even Siri doesn’t understand me.Scotland ya baaaasturts.
I love this.
Bucks n’ Vine time with kitten.
I own an extremely unreasonable and out of control amount of floral print items. And this is only about a quarter of it…
Done with the vine repost spam for tonight.
Tell it like it is, Justin.

Another present from the best fiancé in the universe. So many of the pictures are so fitting for us. I love you, handsome. ❤

A perfectly packed meal is a beautiful thing.