My dear Frankie Foo, 
It’s your dad. I’m writing from a time, 2014, when believe it or not, I do not embarrass you. Seriously, you can’t get enough of me. When I come home from work, the moment the front door creaks open, I hear you and your brother with a cautious “…Daddy?”, and when I confirm that it is indeed me, an immediate “DADDY!!!!!” followed by the sound of a thousand horses stampeding across hardwood floors. (How do the two of you make so much noise? Do you each have nine cloven, hooved legs that immediately retract from human view when rounding corners into rooms?). Every time I see you, something very specific happens — my heart explodes. Every time. Without fail. And when you see me, you light up. Literally I think there must be fireworks behind those eyes of yours because I’m blinded by it and everything else disappears and you run over and wrap yourself around me so tight and I’m home. Did that just embarrass you? Sorry. 
Here’s the thing though: I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my cool around you. I’m simply far too happy to know you. You choreograph dance routines for you and I. You belt out Let It Go for an audience of one: me. So, I’ve decided to just lean into it and be a generally embarrassing presence in your life. That’s right, I’ll never try to be the “cool dad” — I think we both know how much that would exacerbate whatever embarrassment was there in the first place. 
So we’ll see how it goes. And when that day comes when those fireworks in your eyes fade and you cringe rather than squeal when I walk into a room, rest assured — I get it. I’ll even try to play it cool right along with you. But just know that my heart is exploding, over and over again. 
P.S. Please never say “cool beans.”

My dear Frankie Foo,

It’s your dad. I’m writing from a time, 2014, when believe it or not, I do not embarrass you. Seriously, you can’t get enough of me. When I come home from work, the moment the front door creaks open, I hear you and your brother with a cautious “…Daddy?”, and when I confirm that it is indeed me, an immediate “DADDY!!!!!” followed by the sound of a thousand horses stampeding across hardwood floors. (How do the two of you make so much noise? Do you each have nine cloven, hooved legs that immediately retract from human view when rounding corners into rooms?). Every time I see you, something very specific happens — my heart explodes. Every time. Without fail. And when you see me, you light up. Literally I think there must be fireworks behind those eyes of yours because I’m blinded by it and everything else disappears and you run over and wrap yourself around me so tight and I’m home. Did that just embarrass you? Sorry.

Here’s the thing though: I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my cool around you. I’m simply far too happy to know you. You choreograph dance routines for you and I. You belt out Let It Go for an audience of one: me. So, I’ve decided to just lean into it and be a generally embarrassing presence in your life. That’s right, I’ll never try to be the “cool dad” — I think we both know how much that would exacerbate whatever embarrassment was there in the first place.

So we’ll see how it goes. And when that day comes when those fireworks in your eyes fade and you cringe rather than squeal when I walk into a room, rest assured — I get it. I’ll even try to play it cool right along with you. But just know that my heart is exploding, over and over again.

P.S. Please never say “cool beans.”

(Source: TIME, via bluejeanswhitetshirts)

"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

— Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade - via larmoyante (via perfect)

(via perfect)

walkerflexxasranger:

"put ya tiddy in this ginger ale so i can take this picture…"

I don’t know why but I’m DYING right now

walkerflexxasranger:

"put ya tiddy in this ginger ale so i can take this picture…"

I don’t know why but I’m DYING right now

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Me hangin’ on to every boyfriend I’ve ever had…(Except not really)

Me hangin’ on to every boyfriend I’ve ever had…
(Except not really)

(via promises-like-pie-crust)

flora-file:

flora-file:

Succulents in my Garden - 6/21/14 - Solstice (by flora-file)

three months ago…

(via my-future-dwelling)

(via perfect)

"Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you."

— sad facts that come along with existing - cosmicwording (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"You owe yourself the love that you so freely give to other people."

alexandraelle, The Love In You (Love In My Language)

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myampgoesto11:

Hand made wood and grass mini planter jewelry by Mr. Lentz  

I create and design functional items and jewelry – mostly out of reclaimed wood and upcycled materials from salvage yards. I have always been a creator – influenced largely by not wanting to fall into the black hole of uncreativity that is the majority of the working world in this country. My aim has always been to find beauty and share it with others.  I enjoy evenings in the deserts of the Southwest where I sit in my workshop, chopping wood and photographing while blasting 90′s electronic dance music… followed by a good country song or two.”

(via sacrebleu-cheese)

"I opened my door for you and you came in and burned my house down."

my lungs are filling with smoke but i cant leave - insanosylum (via perfect)

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"What if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew, was the only someone for you."

— Sleepless in Seattle  (via perfect)

(Source: adoseofsaw, via perfect)

"I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it."

thedbldee (via perfect)

(via perfect)

"Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress."

— Kiera Cass - via makoraa (via perfect)

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mustbekarma:

So far adulthood is just going grocery shopping, realizing you didn’t plan well or logically, going grocery shopping again, repeat ad infinitum. 0/10 stars, would not recommend

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