Caring is creepy.

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

Anne Lamott  (via takeoffandland)

(via takeoffandland)

I did this awhile back and really enjoyed it, but would anyone be interested in being pen pals (again) or up for it? I just moved into a new apartment so it would be nice to not have to get bills in the mail all the time. Let me know!

To Monster,

There is nothing that I can put into words to thank you for everything that you have given me these past thirteen years. You have patiently been by my side as I lost the house I grew up in, been with me as I watch my father struggle with addiction and my parents go through separation, and helped me during an emotional breakdown. You never once looked or wagged your tail differently at me and for that I can never repay. 

You have brought so much joy and happiness into my life and I am forever grateful to be a witness to true testament of selflessness and unconditional love.  I will never forget the day I picked you out of the pound with just hours before they were going to have to put you down because of the over population. You jumped right into the car and from that day you were always in my heart.

I am so sorry there was nothing more that I could do to give you more time on this earth. Your soul is at rest now but I know I will always have you by my side. Rest in peace baby boy, I will see you soon.