|—||Antonio Gramsci (via relativelygrim)|
What a beautiful angle…
Not gonna lie, that would make a badass tattoo.
In Allie Brosh’s book, there’s a section where she’s asking her dogs not to freak out about unexplained noises so much, and there’s a picture of her dogs looking confused but thinking, “Don’t know what is. But okay. Yes.” I’ve been using this phrase to myself a lot lately when I’m feeling scared or nervous in situations that don’t really warrant it. I went to the supermarket today and I was pretty shaky about the whole thing but I kept saying, “Don’t know what is. But okay. Yes” and that helped a surprising amount.
Reblogging for the mantra and for foxship’s tags:
"I had a husky who was raised with cats, and thought she was fucking cat. She even sat like a cat, with her arms and legs tucked under herself."
"Friendzoned again!" I shout, pumping my fist in the air. I made a new friend today. Today is a good day.