How to start Thanksgiving if you are a dog. Step 1 freak out completely the second you smell turkey. Step 2 do everything in your power to get to said turkey. Step 3 freak out even more when Mommy puts you in the car and DRIVES AWAY FROM THE PRECIOUS TURKEY!!!! Happy Thanksgiving from my little family to yours!
Robert Pattinson & Katy Perry drunk and singing Boyz II Men at a Karaoke Bar is everything you never knew you always needed.
I am Nick.
we all have our little ways.
And the misty eyes are back.
Not trying to hide the fact that I watched this part almost daily when I first met Taylor because I was so beyond smitten.
So this is love
"A white man and an elderly Native man became pretty good friends, so the white guy decided to ask him: “What do you think about Indian mascots?” The Native elder responded, “Here’s what you’ve got to understand. When you look at black people, you see ghosts of all the slavery and the rapes and the hangings and the chains. When you look at Jews, you see ghosts of all those bodies piled up in death camps. And those ghosts keep you trying to do the right thing. “But when you look at us you don’t see the ghosts of the little babies with their heads smashed in by rifle butts at the Big Hole, or the old folks dying by the side of the trail on the way to Oklahoma while their families cried and tried to make them comfortable, or the dead mothers at Wounded Knee or the little kids at Sand Creek who were shot for target practice. You don’t see any ghosts at all. “Instead you see casinos and drunks and junk cars and shacks. “Well, we see those ghosts. And they make our hearts sad and they hurt our little children. And when we try to say something, you tell us, ‘Get over it. This is America. Look at the American dream.’ But as long as you’re calling us Redskins and doing tomahawk chops, we can’t look at the American dream, because those things remind us that we are not real human beings to you. And when people aren’t humans, you can turn them into slaves or kill six million of them or shoot them down with Hotchkiss guns and throw them into mass graves at Wounded Knee. “No, we’re not looking at the American dream. And why should we? We still haven’t woken up from the American nightmare."
My days fluctuate from being 100% secure and happy with where I am, what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with to wanting to scrap everything and buy a shit little house far away from everything I know and fix it up and run away there with the boy and dog. I guess that’s normal for your mid-20’s?
Maturity is relative. I worked my ass off for 24 years so I could eat shitty junk food and watch lord of the rings, in my own house, alone, and cry when everyone bows to the hobbits at the end. This is what success feels like to me.
No one can understand how much I am freaking out right now! My queen is back! (And for those of you that don’t know me that well, no, I’m not joking.)