Yo playas! I’m gonna be selling hemp bracelets with handmade polymer clay beads, dread beads, and posters on the campground at Counterpoint.
I’ll be wearing a safety vest that says “How can I help” and is decked in Alabama duct tape (roll tide) most likely be barefoot. Come say hi to me, I absolutely promise I want to hug you.
Paws for how beautiful my #nofilter #graybie is. Biscuits is growing up to be quite the handsome little man. #cats #kittens #biscutsdagraybie
This is a fantastic infographic!
The disadvantage of drinking cow milkThings to be careful about! I’d definitely recommend plant milks…
Haven’t drank milk for years. I only drink water baby
A cow’s milk is intended to grow a baby calf 300lbs in 3 months.
why on earth would you give it to your kids? every animal, including humans, make milk for as long as their children need it. After that, you should be drinking plant milk (rice, coconut, almond, hemp, take your pick). They are lightweight and don’t cause mucus.
Bike (Pink Floyd)
so whos got 30 extra bucks and wants to gift me a set of mini hoops <3 <3
ill love you forever
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.
It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do."