trash flavored trash

jocelyn marie.
I like lovely things. I love loving things.
I wake up on my own time because my life rules.
I like taking baths without the bubbles
and taking naked naps.
I love my dogs more than I like most people.
I don’t believe in most medicine.
I believe in tea and marijuana.
I have a slight lisp but sometimes I think im sthexy.
Im married to a pretty cool guy;
he encourages me to live my life like a little princess
and I want to do the same for him.
despite the ugly things my silly mouth tends to say, my heart loves Jesus.

oh you love doggies. okay.

There is no such thing as bad, stupid dogs; only bad, moronic owners. Beating on an animal or any form of physical “discipline” is disgusting.

Housebreaking, aggression, hyper activity, destructiveness. There are (non abusive/positive) solutions to every single one of the issues and they probably will take a lot of effort and energy on your part. But, at least own up and realize that it’s something you haven’t figured out. Rather than opting to think your pet is just a dumb, disposable dog. If your dog does something you don’t like, you are the root cause.

If you genuinely think your dog is more of an idiot than you are, find it a home that appreciates the fuck out of it and go adopt yourself a stuffed animal from the toy store.

Found a puppy picture of Oliver! He’s damn cute but i wish i knew him when he was THIS cute.

Found a puppy picture of Oliver! He’s damn cute but i wish i knew him when he was THIS cute.

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Happy early v-day to Viet! (Taken with instagram)

Happy early v-day to Viet! (Taken with instagram)

hey viet! i just want these fluffly lil puffs of yum for vday. thank you.

hey viet! i just want these fluffly lil puffs of yum for vday. thank you.

(via kittenfritz)

to baby.

 

We’re about twelve weeks along now. You look less like a mutant and more like a human…not entirely though. You’re small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, but you have brainwaves and fingernails. Which I find fascinating. You’re also now urinating…and breathing it in by the way. Which is also a fun little fact. I saw you in black and white a few weeks ago. You looked like a blur. The only thing that made sense was your heartbeat. I saw your heartbeat. Sometimes your dad listens to it. He taps the rhythm that he hears on my skin. I’m reminded that something miraculous is happening inside of my aching body. My body feels entirely new to me, and every new feeling is an uncomfortable one. But I know it’s because so much is working inside to make you strong. And I couldn’t be more pleased. I don’t know that you’re a boy; don’t know that you’re a girl. But I do know you are beautiful. I know I’ll love you more than anything. I already do and I haven’t even met you. I think you’re wonderful and full of sunshine. Your happiness will make me happy and your troubles will trouble me. I know I’m going to mess up a lot, but I want you to know I’m always going to love you. Never think that you are anything less than amazing. I’ve been proud of you since the moment I knew you existed.