30 5 / 2012
Love.
I’m gonna wrench my heart in a thousand ways,
I’m gonna walk this earth for a thousand days,
traversing till there’s no query left in my bones,
no query other than the one that asks: “where is ‘home’?”
Amber moons howl through me to and fro,
And yet still to them I do not go,
Oft soar by, oft floored beneath,
still the dawn’s sounds I’ve yet to be bequeathed.
Dear sunlight, why do you still wait for me, your Chaser?
She flirts with the idea of caressing me with tender peony lips,
Scented by the flamenco vanilla blossoms that encase her.
From my view she wavers and dips.
The woman in the red dress,
an ever constant pursuit,
or a present illusion to ever upon digress,
but perhaps she is the stars and I am the arctic newt?
Come the end of another night we will not meet;
She smiles at me and leaves with the wind.
And returning to my coasting wings I do retreat;
A loss but not something I’d rescind.
Destined to travel the world, to eternally hone,
But when I return to this place, I come to find myself,
somewhat alone.
30 5 / 2012
Not even going to lie, I got this tattoo because of a girl. I loved her with everything I had, honest to god. For the time we were together, we had an inside joke about libraries. We’d tell our parents we were going to the library when in reality we’d end up in the middle of nowhere kissing and talking and just being together in our own little bubble. It’s been over for quite some time, and unfortunately I still love her, but this is the only way I know how to end her chapter in my life. Done at Victory Tattoo in Derby, Kansas.
love the story.
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30 5 / 2012
"Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE."
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30 5 / 2012
lies are for adults who are sad in their lives: NOT For Your Viewing Pleasure
I’d like to know when a sign appeared on my body that reads, “For Your Viewing Pleasure.” Apparently, wherever I go this sign hangs, unbeknownst to me, somewhere around my neck. I have looked for a physical indication of this sign, but to no avail. This sign is visible to…
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22 5 / 2012
Somedays I want to melt away.
Today it’s probably just because I’m extremely tired after being in the car all day and camping all week with my amazing boyfriend, who happens to be rather awesome. Killarney and Restoule are absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to go back again. The boyfriend says after working at Restoule all summer three years ago, he really had to leave it, and come back again, for it to feel like home. I want to feel that, but I’d really love to go see all the other parks, not just ontario, but all of Canada.
Did I mention this was my first camping trip since I was 12? IT WAS FAN-FRICKIN-TASTIC.
and the last 2 days of it were spent talking in british accents… because we can’t take anything seriously :3
so basically the last 5 days have been aawweeeeessooommmmmeee
even when we were running on fumes trying to get to Restoule because northern ontario gas stations like to close at 5 because they’re in small towns. it was still awesome. and worth every bug bite, sunburn and hiking soreness.
In conclusion. I think a sign of a good relationship is if you can spend 5 nights in the wilderness without fighting….. aside from when he throws you into the lake water against your will, then it’s battle stance time. MO’FUCKAAAAA.
happyhappyhappy.
<3
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15 5 / 2012
Sticks and stones may break my bones but if you say something that offends me I’m gonna knock you the fuck out
(Source: swolemamba, via ana-lies)
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