She Stumbles Around In The Dark,
Looking For A Way Out,
In Her Hand She Holds A Map,
But It's Empty and Blank,
She's Lost Her Way,
Looking For Some Light,
A Day Out Of This Deep Dark Night,
But What She Doesn't Know,
Is That She Is The Light,
And Instead Of Looking For It,
She Should Just Look Inside,
Open Her Heart,
Let Loose Her Own Light,
And She'll Find Her Path,
She'll Find Her Home,
And She'll Never Be Lost,
Not Ever Again.
I was at walmart the other day, and I was sitting on a bench waiting for my mom to pay, and I was braiding my hair because that’s something I do when I’m bored, and this dude walks by and says, “hey baby, what else can you do with your hands?” I gave him my most polite smile and said in the sweetest way possible, “strangle you.”
And I think I actually scared him because his eyes got kind of wide and he just walked away.
THE FEELS , I’m actually crying. Sweet Jesus
THIS. THIS is why I love Ed Sheeran so much.
When I first got to Seattle, I took a walk around my new neighbourhood, Greenlake, to get to know the place. And by that I mean I went and found the nearest fro-yo shop. As I was rounding the corner back to my house I saw the most glorious thing sitting on the sidewalk: that cat, right there. That glorious, weird-faced cat. He came right up to me and we had a cuddle and I made sure to take a picture. Mostly because how can you verbally describe that face, am I right?
I went inside and was all, “So, Lauren, there’s this weird looking cat.” And she’s all, “The white shaved one with the face?” And I was all, “YEAH!” That’s how that conversation went. She told me that he hangs around the neighbourhood and is super friendly.
After that, every time I left the house or came home, I was hoping to run into the cat again. When I went out the other day for a walk (read: to get fro-yo), he was across the street chillin’. Maybe a little bit of illin’. (I have no idea what that means.) But this time he had a name tag.
AND IT SAID “MISTER FACE”.
Holy shit. That may be the most perfect name for that cat. I can’t even… Ugh, too good.
Anyway, I think Mister Face should be famous on the Internet. He’s obviously way more fantastic than all those other Internet cats (sorry beloved Grumpy Cat and Lil Bub, but it’s true). The only problem is that I’m afraid of Reddit. And everyone knows Reddit is how cats become famous.
So somebody who is not afraid of Reddit should post some pictures of Mister Face so he can become famous. Then when people are all, “Excuse me, ma’am, could you hold the elevator for me?” I can be all, “Um, I discovered Mister Face. What have you done?” as the door closes in their face.
“writing is easy”
My fucking butt it is do you people understand how much of my soul goes into putting my words out there and how often I wait with baited breath for someone to just steal my soul and never give it back?
Writing is freaking terrifying and even if the words come easily for me, putting them out there is always a new challenge.
if I ever stop reblogging this… it’s time to delete my blog.
my friend came back from the UK today this is the only picture he took
he looks like one of the italian people pushing one of those boats
You don’t even understand, there are actual tears.
This little kid fell and the seal seemed to be very worried about her
how come phineas is always like “i know what we’re going to do today” maybe ferb had an idea you ass
Pointers In Life With Raven Baxter
When on a first date, always be prepared for anything.