I remember when my friend got little zacky. He was so small he could lay flat on my forearm. I remember when I found him huddled underneath Luke’s mums bed meowing desperately and when I pulled him from under there realised he couldn’t open his eyes because of mucus build up that had hardened over night so I hurdled to the kitchen to get a damp cloth and automatically started cleaning his eyes while trying to find a carry cage to put him in to take to the vets. The vet eventually told us he had an infection and we bought him the medicine needed. I felt so responsible for this little guy I crashed on their couch for a few weeks and slept with him on my chest to make sure he was safe. I like to think he never forgot that time, because now this moulting bastard will always sleep on my chest whenever I’m staying the night and will always give me affection. How much more awesome are animals to humans?
Late night paint. In progress.
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Being as inlove with you as I am.
Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.(via twobillion)
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.(via fawun)
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
I wonder who’s gonna be by my side in 10 years(via band-of-thieves)