She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be? Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via imbruk)
WHEN I REALIZE I AM STARTING TO GET ATTACHED TO SOMEONE
I want a cactus in a cute little pot and I’ll name it after you because you’re a fucking prick.
peekaboo is essentially just making fun of babies for not understanding object permanence
Robin Williams’ passing is a reminder that those who make us laugh the most are usually fighting the biggest demons.