forever-yearning BABE, BUFF-this is us.

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forever-yearning BABE, BUFF-this is us.

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Current feels.

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Anonymous:
YOU!!!! I'm slightly drunk but also brutally honest. You're the coolest and I wish we were best friends 😁😳😍 #keepdoingwhatyouredoing

WHO ARE YOU?!!! Coolness. Thank you! Sigh*

Anonymous:
What state are you moving to? I don't mean to sound creepy or anything lol, I just really love your blog (and you)!

Arizona for a while, up North perhaps. You’re too kind, truly. That’s humbling.

Oh.

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Hips, lips and grips.
Needs.

Home.

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johnandwolf:

"Find yourself another girl bub"

Wolf stealing some z’s and b while we camped in San Jacinto State Park over the weekend.

Idyllwild, CA / July 2014

A babe

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johnandwolf:

"Find yourself another girl bub"

Wolf stealing some z’s and b while we camped in San Jacinto State Park over the weekend.

Idyllwild, CA / July 2014

A babe

Anonymous:
I lost someone who I think I could have had a great love with, maybe even found home with, all because of distance and complication of meeting on tumblr. It still stings.

ironworthstriking:

i’d offer you a cup of tea, or whisky, if i could. 

It does sting, I know this; you did, you loved. Feel this. Life is good, you’ll find home. Let it be an experience that made you feel, learn. How beautiful is that

Anonymous:
What is the meaning of life?

Life is like a loaded baked potato with different fixings; some that can lead to heart attacks, some to happiness, to bad breath, cleaner blood. It’s like an onion with all its layers as the years, monkey bread that you pull apart into pieces in which each bite turns into a maze of sweeter, fuller, sometimes bitter flavours. It’s a choice to seek meaning in these components or you can float through life not dwelling or exhausting yourself like I do each day. So vast, it is to be able to squeeze it into a few sentences. EVERY SUNSET EACH DAY IS DIFFERENT, there is no similar cloud to another and every leaf is perfect.

I don’t think I’ll ever have the answer to the meaning of life nor do I really want to have it. Without it is more fuel for my imagination and wonder. I wake up each day with an overwhelming sense of bewilderment, discovering something new about it from my perspective-HOW LIMITED IS THAT. And here you are, asking me-who knows nothing about nothing what the meaning of life is. That’s pretty damn humbling. I think we are here to be with one another, to love each other for a short while. We get distracted though by material possessions and there’s jealousy and vicious fucking people in this world that are rooted in hurt, some controlled by trivial things like money and power. You know, you’re dead longer than you’re alive. I think Louis C.K. said something like that. I would hug him. Nothing in life is a big deal but there a hell of a lot of surprises. I expect anything to happen at any moment. I think everyone at one point or another tries to find their place in this life, whether they’re part of a group or a family. You notice that? People don’t like being alone. LOVE, love, LOVE.

Some people just do what they think they’re supposed to. Some days I feel like ‘WOW, I must be living life so radically and cool’ but in reality, I’m not. It’s because I moved in the middle of my college years cross country because I thought there was love here, truth and after years of bullshit I thought I deserved peace, to chase my happiness. Best damn decision of my life because I found out the truth, the VERY HARD way, that real love is not here so I’m fleeing yet again! Because I moved and quit college for a while, took all electives and skipped class on days with good weather, don’t have a ten year plan-some people think I’m irresponsible and have no direction. I just want to learn stuff and explore, tell people how I feel about them, treat myself well, and find home. Everyone has a different direction, path, meaning. I could go on…so I’m going to stop myself now. *tears*

Dad failed to tell me about the protection he left for me underneath the seat in my truck…

Gone rollerblading.

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Dad failed to tell me about the protection he left for me underneath the seat in my truck…

Gone rollerblading.