Source: La Tartine Gourmande
April 25th
2:16 AM
2:16 AM
I love this lil guy.
2:15 AM
Shutter to think
2:14 AM
Valais Blacknose Sheep. I want to squeeze her face!
April 24th
12:03 AM
12:03 AM
Organizing the art room. Miss Bea is no help.
12:42 AM
Just chilling in the bathroom. Why not?
April 10th
10:33 PM
10:33 PM
Vegan Thelonius+Bad Burrito from BadHappy. Amazing. Will be my new hangover go to from now on.
10:32 PM
BadHappy Poutine Shop.
N Orleans. Chicago IL
10:31 PM
Whiskey night alone
“This is a male baby chick, in his last moment on earth. Below him is a giant grinder into which he will fall alive because he hatched male, and is therefore useless to the egg industry. His fate is shared by 200 million baby male chicks every year. He lived only for a moment, but he wasn’t trash. He was someone.”
- Mikko Alanne
This is important.
TRIGGER WARNING:: RAPE
” My rapist doesn’t know he’s a rapist”
I will always reblog this
11:03 PM
relationship hit or miss
To be in a long distance relationship, you except these terms. The terms that you won’t see each other every day, that phone calls are all that will hold you together, share your daily life that way, work through the tough moments over the phone, through text, possibly through emails and the magic of Skype or FaceTime.
But when you realize over time and from this great distance that the person you love will never accept the devastation of his previous relationship and work on healing themselves, to better themselves, not just for you, but for themselves. It sits on your soul like a lead balloon.
The constant depression that person has. The anger that flows out of their mouth, the constant control over all aspects of life, yet not having any control at all. Making the other person feel like a child, talking to them like a child. That the other person has never had a previous relationship as strong as theirs. That you’ve never had the immense heartbreak that they have gone through. Their pain is stronger and more valid than the others. It can’t be that way. It can’t. You can’t feel sad for your partner. There are moments that it’s ok to feel the others sadness, but it shouldn’t be a constant sadness. It shouldn’t permeate the other partners life. At the same time, the happiness that one lover shows for the other should inspire the other one. Make them feel happy, give them some ray of hope, that there is a light at the end of that dark tunnel. When that is pushed aside, the love affair has started to die or it never even started for the other person.
I am the one giving what I can. I am building this person up. Yet they do no such thing back for me. Build me up, make me realize why this person says they love me. I hide my true self from this person. The insecurity that person holds flows over into our relationship. I remember doing that to a previous partner and I realize how childish I was.
I want to fight for this person, but it’s becoming tiring. It’s wearing thin on my soul. It’s wearing thin on my happiness. I have worked hard in my life to be the happy person I am today. I have my set backs, but I work through my issues, some take a little longer than others, but I get through them or I just leave them behind. I can’t stop living my life for this other person when they won’t live their own life. Locking himself in his home, never leaving, even on his days off. Telling me I am squandering the times we could be talking, when I have previous engagements or things that come up in my life, i.e. friends, beautiful spring days for bike riding, coffee outside at my local cafe, etc…… Yet telling me that he will call me right back, right as I call him, and yet I sit for 4 hours and when i call to check up, it’s my fault I waited so long to call him, it’s my fault I didn’t call him back, though he said he would call me right back.
I am giving up. I am giving in to my feelings. My feelings of sadness for him, my fears that this will never change for him, worries that if I moved there to be with him, it would be a grave mistake at this point. Be sucked into his dark hole and never be able to climb out. I feel like I am climbing out of that hole every time I return from his home. The sounds of the L train are almost comforting and set me at ease. My little apartment is my sanctuary in this big city, but when the warm weather starts wrapping her arms around this big city, I am out the door. I ramble through the streets, biking my way around, seeing things I forgot about during those long cold winter months. My need for friends and hanging out and getting a quick drink becomes stronger and all my cares float away.
I am ready for summer. I am ready to be happy. I am ready for my relationships to be positive and hopeful, for me and the other person.
fo real.
11:02 PM
relationship hit or miss
To be in a long distance relationship, you except these terms. The terms that you won’t see each other every day, that phone calls are all that will hold you together, share your daily life that way, work through the tough moments over the phone, through text, possibly through emails and the magic of Skype or FaceTime.
But when you realize over time and from this great distance that the person you love will never accept the devastation of his previous relationship and work on healing themselves, to better themselves, not just for you, but for themselves. It sits on your soul like a lead balloon.
The constant depression that person has. The anger that flows out of their mouth, the constant control over all aspects of life, yet not having any control at all. Making the other person feel like a child, talking to them like a child. That the other person has never had a previous relationship as strong as theirs. That you’ve never had the immense heartbreak that they have gone through. Their pain is stronger and more valid than the others. It can’t be that way. It can’t. You can’t feel sad for your partner. There are moments that it’s ok to feel the others sadness, but it shouldn’t be a constant sadness. It shouldn’t permeate the other partners life. At the same time, the happiness that one lover shows for the other should inspire the other one. Make them feel happy, give them some ray of hope, that there is a light at the end of that dark tunnel. When that is pushed aside, the love affair has started to die or it never even started for the other person.
I am the one giving what I can. I am building this person up. Yet they do no such thing back for me. Build me up, make me realize why this person says they love me. I hide my true self from this person. The insecurity that person holds flows over into our relationship. I remember doing that to a previous partner and I realize how childish I was.
I want to fight for this person, but it’s becoming tiring. It’s wearing thin on my soul. It’s wearing thin on my happiness. I have worked hard in my life to be the happy person I am today. I have my set backs, but I work through my issues, some take a little longer than others, but I get through them or I just leave them behind. I can’t stop living my life for this other person when they won’t live their own life. Locking himself in his home, never leaving, even on his days off. Telling me I am squandering the times we could be talking, when I have previous engagements or things that come up in my life, i.e. friends, beautiful spring days for bike riding, coffee outside at my local cafe, etc…… Yet telling me that he will call me right back, right as I call him, and yet I sit for 4 hours and when i call to check up, it’s my fault I waited so long to call him, it’s my fault I didn’t call him back, though he said he would call me right back.
I am giving up. I am giving in to my feelings. My feelings of sadness for him, my fears that this will never change for him, worries that if I moved there to be with him, it would be a grave mistake at this point. Be sucked into his dark hole and never be able to climb out. I feel like I am climbing out of that hole every time I return from his home. The sounds of the L train are almost comforting and set me at ease. My little apartment is my sanctuary in this big city, but when the warm weather starts wrapping her arms around this big city, I am out the door. I ramble through the streets, biking my way around, seeing things I forgot about during those long cold winter months. My need for friends and hanging out and getting a quick drink becomes stronger and all my cares float away.
I am ready for summer. I am ready to be happy. I am ready for my relationships to be positive and hopeful, for me and the other person.
fo real.
April 7th
4:27 PM
4:27 PM
Honey bee!
