My Grandfather Always Had Candy In His Pockets, And One Time When I Got Really Sick And I Was Hospitalized

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

lovely~

Small? Thin?

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

you’re fantastic looking~

I just got a new perfume that smells so good! It’s sweet and mild and it reminds me of marshmallows. I’ve gotten many compliments on it! But my brain won’t let me have anything nice…it basically goes:

Coworker: Wow someone smells really good! Like smores!

My brain: She hates the smell and is just trying to be nice!!

OR

I normally smell REALLY bad and she wants me to wear this more!!

But how do I know which? No more marshmallow perfume or more marshmallow perfume?

And now I have anxiety whenever I put perfume on…knowing fully that I smell like a wonderful cloud of fluffy marshmallows and of course it was just a compliment and nothing shady

Right?

Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

i know tumblr likes violent man eating mermaids but i fuck p heavy with pretty playful pretty scaled mermaids in warm sorts of waters keeping the tide gentle when lil toddlers are learning to swim and kissing the breath into good sailors because they have someone waiting on a cliff by the sea for them to come home and cutting seals and turtles out of netting and plastic bags 

but maybe being from hawaii just made me think of the ocean of a safe cradley sort of place i know its scary i know it’ll kick your ass but sometimes its ten types of turquoise and and sometimes sea foam sticks to your eyelashes sometimes the sun hits your face even when you’re twenty feet under and i have a hard time forgetting its first and foremost a womb 

so mermaids who watch the triple crown and scare sharks away from the surfers 

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

I want to do this so badly. O.O

Deargawd, I need this. ;A;

Skinny

I used to have nightmares like this as a child. I think it was the only reoccurring dream I ever had. :c

This happens to me almost every time I do the dishes. *facepalm*