Lost In Your Translation

…my entire heart fits in. The love of my life fits in a little white box. I had to pick up Jeff’s ashes today. I was pretty strong till i got to the counter and said what i was there for. I couldn’t get the words out. Then I just came home and cried. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I’m not the funnest person to be around right now and all my posts have been sad and whiny. I really don’t care. I’m done caring what others think.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

Person: do you have a boyfriend?
Me: are you making fun of me

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I need something to love again. Anyone want to get me a corgi girl puppy? Or at least donate to the “Lindsie is sad about Jeff dying and might slit her wrist soon so” cause? It’s a good cause.

They are like:

And you are like:

(the way he runs away pretty much is great and glad its a gif.)