Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Quite possibly my favorite post on tumblr.
Instant reblog, favourite post, easily
its on valentines day </3 aww :(
that’s well cute
a-sexy-cat: actually taking time to do your hair and making it all nice then walking outside and
don’t ever ask a boy what kind of music he listens to because then you’ll realize you listen to the same music and he will ruin all of it for you just assume every boy is a huge unironic fan of vanilla ice
This stuff nigga.