When in other countries, it is important to always find kitties to cuddle to fill the pet void and non-human interaction/contact need.
Back with my Angel 🐭🐰
I miss my babe :( 21 days is so long to be without.

It’s 3.43am and so far
I’ve been unable to sleep
without you next to me.
It’s been 6 days
and 5 sleepless nights
broken phone conversations
and a quiet longing
that stretches it’s hand out
here in the dark
to the cold side of the bed
always, 
expecting to find you.


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I wish I could just fly all my babies and the babe out here and live in the vineyard in a tiny house and never see anyone but just read and write and do nice things.

I wish I had more
Love to give,
Than the thin trickle
I have to salvage 
From what was once
A wide open ocean
Of a heart.





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mdthwomp:

Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.

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I might just make my home here.
We got to dress up and watch our friends get married yesterday!
"If you could love the wrong one so much, imagine how much you will love the right one."-Unknown

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She’d get lost telling stories, and that was always the problem - I never knew where to draw the line of what was true and what was made up. I think sometimes, neither was she. 
I could hear her voice change, and see the lost look in her eyes, when I’d pull her back into reality - a place she never liked to linger in for too long. It seemed to harsh, to cold, to dull, too lifeless for her to be interested. We’d have weeks together that were more magical than anything I could ever dream up -  but still she’d stare off into the distance and ramble on and stumble over her words trying to describe and explain to me the world that she could see all around us, that I feared I would never truly be a part of. 
I liked our world - the one our bodies were rooted in, and I never felt like she belonged here. 
There were mornings when I’d wake up to find her head in hand looking at me, the light shining through the curtains playing on her face, and she would wake me with tiny kisses, whispering to me that this, right here, was where all dreams are born. “Right here” she’d say, “right here, laying in your arms”. 
I think what she was saying, was that she loved me - but that was a sentence that never passed her lips or mine. It didn’t have to. It couldn’t encapsulate what either of us were feeling anyway, so it just became another ordinary thing that ordinary people did, but that didn’t matter to us. 

It wasn’t all sweet mornings and lazy afternoons though. Just as she would soar and glow with love and happiness, she would sometimes sink down - into what I’m not sure. She would talk of water and faint blue rays of light she was trying to reach. She was afraid of rising storm clouds and afraid of the howling winds that would keep her awake night after night. She’d wake up from nightmares and not say a single thing. I asked her where she’d been and all she told me was what she had seen. It was all dark blue and grey and none of the light that we were used to. There were things chasing her in the night that couldn’t be seen or stopped. I promised we’d stay awake until the bad dreams were over, and we’d stand up in the middle of the room to keep us from falling asleep long enough to see the first light of dawn creep through the vine leaves growing around and shrinking our window, letting us know that it was safe to sleep, to dream, for us to close our eyes. 

And maybe she was right, maybe I was a bigger part of her world than I ever imagined. As she laid there sleeping, and I watched her breathe steadily, I wondered what would happen if I wasn’t there to keep her awake, to listen to her. I though of how quiet everything would be, how empty. And I think that’s how I knew that I loved her as much as she loved me. I couldn’t imagine that life would be what it was without her and her dreams and stories. And so I fell asleep, a dreamless sleep because all I ever dreamed of, was sleeping in my arms. 

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Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. Henry Miller 

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