transtit:

nicoosuxx:

guys i’m literally crying from laughter

I do this to my dogs all the time omg
Anonymous said: Do you "fangirl" about any shows or groups?

lol isn’t it fan boy since i’m a guy? Not really, although lately I like sister1 :)

I had a bowl of rice and meat, I forgot something in my room and left for a bit, he jumped onto the chair and ate all the meat.  I came back without noticing anything, took my first bite.. I was like “what the…?”  Looked down at my bowl to see a vegetarian bowl of food.  I was mad, so I looked underneath the table and saw this guy smiling at me..  Grr.. What a butthole!
Anonymous said: Where are you from?

Minneapolis, Minnesota

I’ll cook you dinner under the candle lights, enchiladas.  We could sleep all night, cuddle all day just like those koalas.  If we were lost in the middle of the ocean or out of water in Nevada. Don’t worry because when you’re with me it’s hakuna matata. ;)
wasifio:

Multnomah Falls in Oregon 

Just because you’ve talked to someone, it doesn’t mean you know them. Just because you’ve seen someone’s pictures, it doesn’t mean you know their story. To fully understand someone, you must walk through the same direction while going through the same experiences. If not, then you haven’t face the hardships, emotions, and pains that the person had gone through to reach where they are now. It’s easy to point fingers, judge, and assume when you know nothing.

my dream.

-Alexander Sattler
A story doesn’t affect people the way it should unless it’s delivered in a powerful way. You can’t just tell a story. it’s the way you tell it that speaks to them and makes them truly believe and understand it.
a-z-k-a-b-a-n:

wow

Do you believe in ghosts?

Heart-broken people are like ghosts, they are lost and empty souls who haunt on the innocents in order to feed their hunger for loneliness, they may breath but yet completely lifeless within.  They reenact repeatedly of moments in the past where they were once alive and always seeking for something missing to fulfill the emptiness.  The warmth of their voice speaks lies that forsaking promises, because they don’t have a heart to begin with.  Continuously hurting one victim after another until they could find that one person who can awake their souls and revive their heart beats once more.  Until then, they are just utterly beautiful walking dead.