My dog and my bunny were playing in the back yard and I thought other people might enjoy watching as much as me
Please watch this video
This is one of the most magical things I have ever seen
That bun thinks it’s a doggo
My favorite thing about bunz is that they express joy by leaping around. That’s a happy bun.
Ahhh!! 😍😍😍
This bun is actually a karate master
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I hate the holiday season. Loneliness at full blast lol. Here’s to a thanksgiving of driving home crying again, here’s to me probably having to excuse myself or get away for a while from my family to cry. Man. I wish things were fucking different.
I can’t wait until I’m married so I don’t have to spend holidays with the family who practically fucking praise my dead abuser. And make me feel bad for not participating in family shit.
Saying they’re my family n shit when no one ever came to my fucking aid, no one spoke up for me when I couldn’t speak up for myself. Everyone just ignored it until they couldn’t anymore. And now they just act as if it never happened.
You let it slide for years, you let me be around him for years and you don’t offer an apology and continue to praise him… And you say we’re family?
Fuck off. I got no one & I’m the only one protecting myself but that’s fine. Rather be alone than with people who never gave a fuck.
Fuckin asking me to give support to my cousin in the hospital for a skin infection… My other cousin who’s mom is verbally abusive to him… Lmfao. Of course the adopted person in the family doesn’t get that treatment.
I️ fucking hate the holidays more than anything. Being fucking depressed coming home, having no one to talk to because everyone’s busy with their families who love them. No where to go, so I️ just end up crying and drinking/smoking enough so I’m too fucked up to move and hurt myself.
I️ just wish thanksgiving and Christmas were over already. They’re hell.
I really wish I had just one person who made me feel comfortable. Just one. No matter how many times someone has proven me wrong, no matter how nice they have been, I just can’t trust them. Something inside me prevents me from becoming close to them, from feeling completely comfortable with them.
It sucks to want companionship so badly. to want a loving touch or hug so badly but feel tense and uncomfortable when anyone tries. I want to cry to someone without hating myself afterwards, without telling myself afterwards that I inconvenienced them and now they hate me. No matter what kind words are said or what kind actions are done I will never feel comfortable with anyone. But that’s all I want. Just one. I’ve never had that.
Instead it’s just constant paranoia about the people around me. It doesn’t stop and it never has.
““Die mad about it” is my favorite shade ever. Now stop making women justify wanting birth control coverage because of all the other health care benefits the Pill has.”
