Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
General life philosophy (via kmaynard)
Not anymore. Sundays are for yelling at football on the tv and blacking out with your girlfriends while trying to avoid running into your ex.
Her lips drink water but her heart drinks wine.
Me, today. And all next week.
If you were happy with the wrong person, imagine how happy you’ll be with the right one.
4 day weekend. Afternoon whiskey. Living a good (and thankful) life.
And my saving grace.
Bring on the change (and I’ll have another glass of whiskey, please)!
So excited for next week’s work hiatus!
Moment of bravery at the vet
Oh my look at that face
I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.
Not sure if I need sex, sleep or to punch somebody in the face
I wish I could be more. But not for you. Fuck you. I want to be more for myself.
I should have majored in football.
#LDW (at Newport Beach, California)