Xbaabyknguyen:

Pencil and Eraser.

Pencil: You know, I'm really sorry.

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.

Eraser: That's true, but I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad :)

fckyeahcutecouples:

-dearkrissie.tumblr.com  &  jamescebedo.tumblr.com

Expectations.

I don’t know what I expected. I should have known it was going to end this way. Maybe I was hoping you’d be different, or maybe a change. But of course it didn’t. I expected too much outta someone who would give me so little.

For a dog, you do not need big cars, big homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A stick is already great. A dog does not care if you’re rich or poor, smart or dumb. A dog judges others not by their color, creed or class but by who they are inside. Give your heart to him, and he will give his. It’s really very simple, but even so, we humans, as wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really matters or not. How many people can you say that? How many people make you feel unique, pure and special? How many people make you feel special? 

I love my babies. <3