Remember when Dexter ate a giant burrito and thought he was going to die but it turned out he just had to fart.
Hey that’s like my day to day life
me: looks at pet sleeping
me: oh thank god i thought you died
What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
|—||Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit (via bethcassidy)|
A female Lockheed employee works on a P-38 Lighting - Burbank, CA - 1944