"

We were on the floor like children
pretending bad things don’t happen
to good people
when you told me you were scared,
when you told me you were
lonely as unmatched socks,
shaken as a soda bottle of should-have’s.
The ocean had a brother that night,
you cried so much.


We took off our young clothes -
the grass stains and teenage party fouls,
the years we thought we knew it all -
stripped bare to the learning
what love has to be when bad things happen
to good people.

"

— And with that, we were no longer kids playing at puppy-love.  || k.m.s (via oxytocinergic)

thoughtfulll:

This book is killing me, ripping the scabs off my heart then squeezing the pus and heartache out with a vengeance, slapping me in the face with the knowledge that I am not a special snowflake, my heart is no more bruised than anyone else, I am not this darkling, cursed to repeat history, and that it will be okay eventually, my heart will regain it’s shape, riddled with scars, stronger than before.
“Honeybee” - Trista Mateer

thoughtfulll:

This book is killing me, ripping the scabs off my heart then squeezing the pus and heartache out with a vengeance, slapping me in the face with the knowledge that I am not a special snowflake, my heart is no more bruised than anyone else, I am not this darkling, cursed to repeat history, and that it will be okay eventually, my heart will regain it’s shape, riddled with scars, stronger than before.

“Honeybee” - Trista Mateer

(via tristamateer)

"I hope one day
somebody loves you
so much

that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips

that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways

that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you."

"So Much" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

nubbsgalore:

wyoming’s grand teton mountains, photographed by glen hush

(via earthandanimals)

monochromacity:

'B & W' by Maylis

(Source: wenchyfloozymoo, via humorstop)

poppypicklesticks:

anotherstarinthesky:

empresspinto:

nigga-chan:

People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 

(Source: twocentslice, via humorstop)

"If you are too much like myself, what shall I learn of you, or you of me?"

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)