Hm. Thank you?
I’m so sorry that i never replied to this. I never see messages I get anymore for some reason so I just have to kind of check them every so often and I’m bad at that lol. Thank you so much, though. <3 My week got a little better after all the shit I was feeling. “In Memoriam” would definitely have gotten to me, too. There are several times I haven’t made it through class without crying, so don’t feel so bad about letting go. Sometimes emotions hit and we just can’t hold them in.
im not high mom im just happy
happy i blazed that dank ass weed
wait for it
That was such a high level of happiness and excitement and it changed so quickly
i really need a day between saturday and sunday
"hey, do you remember that time in sixth grade when yo-"
THIS WAS THE BEST LINE
Hannibal Buress - (x)
Dogs and cats can’t be vegan.
Dogs and cats can’t be vegan.
DOGS AND CATS CANT BE VEGAN.
they’re OBLIGATE CARNIVORES. They HAVE TO EAT MEAT TO PROPERLY SURVIVE.
I’m a vegetarian, that doesn’t mean I make my cats have the same diet that I do. I can live healthily without meat, they can’t.
Animal nutrition PhD student here - DOGS AND CATS CANNOT BE VEGAN! NEITHER CAN FERRETS!
DO NOT ALTER AN ANIMALS DIET TO SATISFY YOUR OWN!!
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ tony ward f/w 2014-15
hypothesis: somewhere, there are suns that group into prayer circles and sing our names. somewhere, there are places to be without letting go of home. there are kisses without touching and touching without naked and naked without speaking. somewhere, somehow, there is a body much like yours, valleys that bend and rise much like yours, toes that sink into sand and soil much like yours, speaking words much like yours. somewhere there are boys in wooden sandals and prisons with no bars, and somewhere there are people who wait for us to catch up, always waiting for us to catch up.
experiment: mix green apple vodka into your sleep tonight. dream of loving yourself. dream of building a throne out of every bone that has wronged yours. dip yourself into saltwater, listen to yourself prune. be nothing but silent, let silent be nothing but you. name the blades of grass. name them Caitlyn and Azra and Colleen and Annalise. name them Venus and Mars and Mercury. be your own inhospitable planet. leave room in your bed for no one. let them earn it. leave room on your skin for no one. let them earn it. go. run. run.
conclusion: this is everywhere we will ever be. this heart is where the home is. this heart is where the house is, with cracked shingles and rusty hinges and a kitchen that smells of dough always. this is where our parents made us. this is where our parents thought of us first, this is where they saw the idea of a shared result in each other’s eyes, in each other’s hems and necklines and sudden bareness. this place is brilliant, baby. this is not a science, this cannot be measured or calculated or poured into beakers. this is the air between fingers, this is stretch marks and lovin’ it. this is castle all to yourself, this is chasing things that are not there and fucking lovin’ it.
I’m writing down some of my favorite memories and they’re all with the same like four or five people and I just want them in my life forever. It’s strange to me that they say the friends you make in high school will never last because I’ve made like one lasting friend in college so far. My best friend ever has been with me since elementary school and the others have been around since high school. Even if I don’t stay friends with any of them, we’ve been through some real and some trivial shit together over the years and it just makes me happy knowing that even when I’m feeling alone I have these memories and these people to look back on.