tanku:

three cats are competing in a race. there’s an american cat named “one two three”, a german cat named “ein zwei drei”, and a french cat named “un deux trois”. the cats all swim across a lake. the american cat finishes first, the german cat finishes second, but the french cat is nowhere to be found.

why?

because the un deux trois quatre cinq

(via whatsupcup)

flyingscotsman:

An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Spaniard and a German are all standing watching a street performer do some excellent juggling. The juggler notices that the four gentlemen have a very poor view, so he stands up on a large wooden box and calls out, “Can you all see me now?”

“Yes.”
“Oui.”
“Sí.”
“Ja.”

(via hypnowad)

I don’t feel like I’m the same person that I was the last time I got on tumblr. More disconcerting, I feel like the new me doesn’t fit in with the old me. The craziest part is that it’s only been a few months. It only goes to show the power of time. These last 2 months have felt like years. I’ve gone through so many changes within myself. I feel like I’ve become more resilient to disapproval, more headstrong and confident in my decisions. I can finally make decisions for myself, although I still need approval of my decisions. I feel confident in my singleness, realizing that I don’t need anyone but myself (although my friends are awfully nice to have). I can do this. I will do this. 

I don’t know what being broken up with feels like, but I imagine it feels something like this. And it’s happened twice in the last two days. I feel hollow. I keep opening my mouth to scream through the sobs but no sound will come out. I’ve cried so much lately. I feel guilty. So, so, guilty. I can’t even put myself as the victim in the situation because it’s my fault. I’m a terrible friend, and I deserve for them to break up with me. I put two people that I love on the back burner in my life. I expected that they’d be there no matter what, and because of that I don’t deserve either of them anymore. I’m not good enough for them, it hurts even more because I still love both of them, even though I don’t show it nearly as much as I should. I don’t give them enough of my time, even though they deserve it more than anymore.
I haven’t been there when they’ve needed me. I been a bad friend. The worst part is that as I’m lying in my bed sobbing, I realize that I’d break up with me too.

If my mission as of late was to make all of my best friends not want to talk to me or be around me, I succeeded.