Alas That's It

Shit happens.

Sometimes it happens here.

“I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.”

—   Tracee Ellis Ross (via profkew)

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it took 15 minutes to compose myself enough to reblog this you don’t understand

(Source: time-sponges, via predictablymetaphysical)

tastefullyoffensive:

Part One [doghousediaries]

Apparently there are a lot of people who consider me their enemy…

tastefullyoffensive:

Part One [doghousediaries]

Apparently there are a lot of people who consider me their enemy…

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neatpotatoes:

clamjob:

casmii:

pricklylegs:

memewhore:

I still don’t understand the perspective that’s going on here.

It`s a railing.

This fucked with my head so hard.

WAIT I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND

ITS ON TOP OF A WALL NOT GRASS

neatpotatoes:

clamjob:

casmii:

pricklylegs:

memewhore:

I still don’t understand the perspective that’s going on here.

It`s a railing.

This fucked with my head so hard.

WAIT I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND

ITS ON TOP OF A WALL NOT GRASS

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Art Prints by Katie Elle

katieelle:

I’ve opened up a shop with Inprnt for some of my prints! Not a lot up at the moment but check it out.

If there’s something you’d like to see in the shop to purchase, drop me a line and I’ll put it up!

Reminder I’m always open for commissions if you’ve something specific you’d like drawn.

xoKatie Elle

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Kumail Nanjiani

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“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13]

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.

Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.

Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.

Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.

It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

—   Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

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marauderer replied to your photo “I figure it was about time there was a photo of me on here. HELLO…”

Daaaaaangggg man. Babe.

You’re quickly becoming my favourite person.