(via communitythings)
A house is built; it breaks itself; and then it is built again.
A woman walks into the kitchen. She is crying, so she sits down. She can do whatever she wants.
Kaya walks into the kitchen, but there is nothing there. So she walks into the living room, but there is nothing there either.
These “jokes” are really damn deep. Am I looking too far into this?
(Source: manabouttown, via whatwefightfor)
I’m starting to understand why parents are so strung out. The sleep I lose over living alone with a needy dog causes me to come off as a crackhead. Which is actually super-funny to me, so maybe I should get another dog…
