The idea to display the pets inside the store started in Singapore as a collaboration between Ikea and two animal shelters, according to Business Insider. Together they formed the project Home for Hope.
The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.
i just want to take you on cute dates then fuck you in the back of my car
You know when you’re little spoon and sleeping with someone and you wake up a little and scoot your butt and back towards them and they just so happen to be awake too and pull you in closer and you fall back asleep? Yeah. That.
I don’t understand how some people can go from being your best friend one day and then the next day they simply cut you out of their lives and you never speak again
I want to be
I want you
to think about kissing
as much as I
I’m going insane.
My fingertips crave you. They want to say something extravagant about how beautiful you are. But words won’t do. They won’t do because you cannot capture your beauty with a simple sentence or some stupid literature term I can’t think of because you’re consuming my thoughts. My minds constantly thinking about metaphors that can help people, but mostly me, understand your beauty but nothing’s good enough. It seems as if the best way of explaining your beauty at the moment is by taking a list of all the beautiful things in the world and putting it all together to make one simple sentence. Yet even if you multiplied that sentence by one hundred it still could not grasp your beauty. I’m going insane because I’ve never met someone I couldn’t describe. I’ve never talked to someone that has made me stumble over my words. But I met you. And any day of the week I would choose going insane over losing you.
I don’t care if we ever talk again, but I’ll always care about you, as much as I’d hate to admit it. If you called me 5 years from now at 3 o’clock in the morning, asking for someone to talk to, I’d rush to be by your side. I don’t want to care, but I do.