I don’t care how angry you are, there is no reason EVER to call your kid a fucking dick and a fucking asshole. You do not earn your child’s respect from that, you make them feel ashamed and embarassed that you showed that side of yourself in front of a guest. In no way is anyone that, much less your own son.

I had no idea i stretch as far as I do.
You gave me the most wonderful compliment I could ever have asked for. We don’t even talk and you still think so many wonderful things about me. Im happy to be someone you look up to and have the utmost respect for. Thank you.

I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.
(via acrylic)


I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.