I know I told this story before but last year I was having complications with a surgery and I just broke down in a public place and I was trying to gather myself, sitting and leaning on a wall when this girl in cowboy boots approached me and sat down and she asked what was wrong and I told her it was medical issues and she said “I understand, I have to have my foot amputated next week” and it shocked me out of crying and I was like “wow that sucks!” And she said “yeah.” And then she just touched my arm so tenderly and told me “I promise you that this problem will have its place, and everything is going to work out.” And the way she said it just made me really believe her. She said. “We’re just gonna have to cowgirl up.” And then she stood up and walked away and I’d call that a genuine encounter with an angel but the truth is there is a lot of goodness right here on earth in humanity and it’s shining and pure.
Okay but “this problem will have its place” is genuinely inspiring
THAT REALLY STRUCK ME because I’ve always hated the tired rhetoric of “this happened for a reason” and this feels like a more genuine, comforting take on that. Not “it happened for a reason,” but “this will find its spot in your life and your future that it fits into in a way that will eventually work out even though it sucks that it happened.” Love that.
I just added this listing on Poshmark: Black Leather Jacket. #poshmark #fashion #shopping #shopmycloset
I just added this listing on Poshmark: Black Leather Jacket. #poshmark #fashion #shopping #shopmycloset
Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.
Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.
Me when I look good: beauty is so powerful
Me when I’m ugly: beauty is fleeting and meaningless . Get a hobby, do something w ur life you shallow bitch
“Never underestimate the power of brown eyes. They can pull you in, make you feel like you’re falling, peacefully, without panic or fear. They reflect everything. The sun, sky, sea, and if you’re lucky enough to get close, they reflect the colour of your own eyes, as if for a moment, your two souls had merged into one. They are a source of warm comfort, the perfect blend of sun rays and coffee. The kind of colour you could never get tired of looking at. Don’t underestimate them. Don’t call them plain. They are anything but.”
— Brown Eyes / Unrequited Love
where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!
oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!
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