Roommate gone. Guess I’ll turn off the lights and lock the door and watch Parenthood with no pants on.

I need you so much closer

I know I don’t post here anymore, but I found this quote and I liked it, so I took out all the f-words and I needed somewhere to post it. My real blog is read by entirely too many of my cousins and professors and parents’ friends. Whatever, I don’t need to explain.

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot go on without expressing this terrible so awful physical aching longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

-Sarah Kane

the most awkward love triangle ever………….

communismkillsitonthedancefloor:

Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people. 
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.  

I think this is the opposite of the point that the author is trying to make.

But as long as HUMAN BEINGS, with SOULS and eternities and… you know… actual importance… are being killed on a daily basis, oppressed, sold into slavery and prostitution, murdered before given a chance to live…

I will NOT care what is being done to a polar bear, a tree toad, a monkey, a dog, or any other animal. Should they be abused? No. Is it terribly heartbreaking to see the dogs in that commercial where Sarah McLachlan sings? Yes. 

But.

Jesus did not die for their freedom. He did not die to save them from oppression. My money and time and effort will not go toward that. 

(via zombiezzz)

// To My Future Husband://

tomyfuturespouse:

I would quite like it if our marriage is something like a big compilation of Pam and Jim from the Office, Andy and April from Parks and Rec, and Carl and Ellie from Up all rolled up in one. I think I would really like that, actually.

(via zombiezzz)

I love rice.

I love leaving half an hour late and still being the first one there.

I love Spanish.

I love laughing when I screw up the Spanish.

I love the sound of the cicadas that are going bat-crap CRAZY outside this house right now.

I love my host family.

I love that I’m Peruvian enough now to drink boiled tap water instead of bottled.

I love Peru.

When all the sudden you’re crying and you don’t even have a reason. Yeah.