The stuff that makes me feel something. Happy, Sad, Beautiful, Passionate, Thoughtful or in the in betweens.

gamergirl929:

" A moment, A love, A dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs." 

morbidcupcakes:

ikilledmydadonce:

smart-and-trashy:

Photos from The Circus by Anka Zhuravleva on Flickr

My favourite photo set ever

Oh god I am in love with this photoset. Wow.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD!

Dreams are silly things.  It’s like when you were little and the cookie jar was a tad bit out of reach… There was nothing better than to think of the cookie.  Imagine what it tastes like and how you were going to get it.  Than you create an elaborate plan that never really quite worked. So you kept trying and trying and one day you got taller.  No elaborate plan needed. But along the way you found out bread makes you fat and that their were never enough cookies in that jar to keep you happy anywho.

And then the next shinny dream came along… So I reach for it again.  All of my life I’ve been reaching.  Everyone does.

I have all these dreams of things and I’ve reached some.  For that I’m proud.  But there were always steps.  Go to highschool.  Make friends.  Go to college.  Make friends and network.  Get a job.  Work. I’ve accomplished those.  Now I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or where my next shinny object is.  I’m just trying to survive.  

Of course I could create a new dream for myself.  I have several in mind.  It’s just that I’m exhausted putting forth elaborate plans and then following through.  

When you are highschool or college you’re always surrounded by people reaching for similar dreams.  There is always a little competition and help to make a dream the best possible.  Now in the the real world, it’s just me.  Every one of my old friends are chasing their own things (most likely worrying about them actually)  and new friends have to be found.

I’m stuck in middle land.  The past full of golden memories.  Reliving them only cements the bitter truth: the past can’t happen again.  The future is really scarily unknown.  No more little steps now. In this present, working, paying bills, trying to hold on to anything normal and keeping myself sane is all I can handle. 

I miss when dreams were easy and the cookie jar held my attention for so long. 

Right now all my dreams consist of is a nice big hug, stable job that I like and for the radiator to turn on.  Attainable? Hopefully. 

eatsleepdraw:

Face of life

eatsleepdraw:

Face of life

tylorjebedia:

Lol indeed

tylorjebedia:

Lol indeed

tousledbirdmadgrrrl:


Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

"may all your wounds be mortal"

tousledbirdmadgrrrl:

Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

"may all your wounds be mortal"

heresacurse:

Janet Fischietto

heresacurse:

Janet Fischietto