Nik wrote down my daily agenda.
Nik wrote down my daily agenda.
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My doggy just attacked my neighbor and now animal control is coming to take him away. He is the sweetest dog in the world and loves everyone. My grandmother who is in her late 70’s lets him out without a leash at least 4 times a day. I constantly yell at her that one day he’s going to attack someone because he is so protective of me and being on a leash is for his own good. She let him outside while I was standing there and he instantly took off running at my neighbor, who is a grown man, walking over to our house. He doesn’t have a scratch on him, and it’s not my dogs fault for doing what he is supposed to do, it is my grandmas fault for not keeping him on the leash despite relentless harassment. I won’t ever say that to her or hold it against her because she’s upset to. But yeah, keep your furry child on a leash. It doesn’t matter if your dog isn’t aggresive or is the biggest lover ever, because natural instinct kicks in if they’re trying to protect you.
Camp Rumspringa! See ya on the mountain!
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I am in no way angry at you for breaking up with me, and I’m not mad at you for cheating on me numerous times. It hurts but it did not affect how I see you as a human being, you were still a beautiful person and my best friend and I understand feelings change and you just made a lot of bad choices instead of breaking up right away. After having a month and then some to reflect, I have grown angry at you for the following.
I am angry at you for bringing a girl in to my home, my home that I own with all my belongings, my sacred space, every day for a week straight while telling me what great friends we would be. I talked to her, and when people started talking I defended you and her. Unknown to me you were emotionally, then physically pursuing her and she knew what was happening. This was in front of my face, in my house, in my living room on my furniture. I am angry you slept with other girls in my bed, the bed we spent every night in together for a year, the bed we fell in love in every night, the bed we conceived in, the bed that I hold the most sacred of all my belongings. I am angry you started dating the girl that lived down the street from us before we moved in together, days within breaking up with me, and I found out going to my mothers to pick up paper work. I was going to tell you to please just leave me be that day but you came home that night and held me so fiercly like you never have before, so I decided I was being irrational and you were just hanging out with her. I am angry about all the kisses and cuddling that followed in the next weeks until you went to a festival, and I am angry that you wanted to make love and we did after the festival. I called my soul sister in tears the next day because I thought we were reuniting as one. I am angry that you took that same girl that lived down the street to that festival. I was going to that festival until the night before when I realized I couldn’t swing the funds, we were all riding in your friends car, you were going to take her with us 3 weeks after breaking up with me to Arkansas and leave me to sit there watching you run around together all weekend just like we had always done. I am angry that I found out you started seeing and fooling around with her days after leaving me and coming home to snuggle in bed with me. You led me on and broke my heart a second time. I am disgusted by this part mostly, how could you do that?
Most of all, I am angry you tainted us, you tainted my trust, our entire relationship, my sacred space, and how I see you as a human being. I am angry that I can’t forgive you for these things.
darksideoftheshroom asked: hey, did you say you're going to waka and stopping in illinois? i cant remember if it was you or someone else haha
Yes ma’am!
Trying to last minute pack for Waka but decided to just wing it. Just wearimg this down/all weekend because it is like being naked from the waist up. If you are a lady whos have never been to a festival and dress more modest like me here is some advice. Wear legging so your legs don’t rub raw (always), wear as little as possible, watch out for tube tops if you have trouble keeping them up, beware of to short dresses,and always dress for comfort unless you plan on being naked and free for the weekend because by the end of the first night you will not care how you look or if you do you’re not gonna have a good time.
56,000 miles of open road. I fell in love in these shoes. Blazed trails through the dried creek beds of Macoupine, whisky bike rides, passed out with Eric under the old willow, elesdee adventures, evaded the time police, and lived the beauty of nomadic chaos. It’s all in the soles.
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This adorable kid that comes in the arcade where I work every few weeks got hit by a car. I want to cry so bad but I am the only one here. He doesn’t come in as much as my regular kiddos but he is so quite and sweet and I give him so much free stuff every time because the cuteness level is to much. I’m going to give his mom a bunch of free gift certificates so he can play like crazy when he’s better.
