May

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐!!! ＼(￣▽￣)／

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༺♰༻ 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙼𝚊𝚢 ♥︎ (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍)

༺♰༻ 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚢 :𝙿

༺♰༻ 𝙰𝚐𝚎: 𝟸𝟻

༺♰༻ 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

༺♰༻ 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛. :)

༺♰༻ 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜:

† 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎. †

✰ 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 

✰ 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 

✰ 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 ♥︎

༺♰༻ 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝:

𝙴𝚋𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙: 

𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌:

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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎. ♥︎

𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ↧↧↧

It's my husband and I's second wedding anniversary and our seventh year together. There is something so touching about being with someone this long that isn't of your kin or blood. It really is like being melted together in some ways, and I am so glad to be melted together with him.

City Deer, City Kids

Sometimes I feel like a city deer, you know? The urbanized ones? They often travel at night and through the drainige gullies and ditches that run under the city streets. Delinquency also runs through these gullies. Death and dismay, filthy, scabies covered men and women trying to belong eternally to their highs. There's youth down there too, coping feels of the opposite sex and finding their own heathenous highs. Dirty, worn shoes and cigarettes burns. Their pubescent, soft brains becoming hardended just as the fawns soft feathery hooves, born into gutters will harden in the same timespan as these young one's peninal glands. It seems now, to me, just like the deer miss their forests before they we're paved over with concrete, and those kids now long to be held for the first time again, I too yearn for something I haven't found quite yet.

PSA: You deserve the chance to speak in conversation! You deserve to be heard!!! Nobody can take that from you Lovey's. ♥︎

Ok, that is all. :)

Eyes Opened Again

Another morning in a body made of mud and clay

Another day of repetitive play

And things that mold me

I long so badly to have a thesaurus for a mind

So I can speak easier and no longer have to try

My body belongs to anyone else except I

And that is fine

By me

No one showed up to my bby shower :(

This Must be a Cult...

So it's liking Lana Del Rey a non negotiatable for being a tumblr user??? No shade, she's amazing, but I feel like every other account mentions her artestry or has a photos of her posted. Bit of a culty vibe ngl. ┌[ ◐ ‸ ◐ ]┐♥︎

So uhh how do I join...?