Forgive me if you are not living. If you, beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall on my breast. It will rain on my soul all night, all day. My feet will want to march to where you are sleeping. But I shall go on living.
R.I.P. Alan Rickman (21st February 1946 - 14th January 2016)
Words cannot begin to describe how much you will be missed.
Everyone may *think* they hate country music, but when Jolene, Before He Cheats, Take Me Home Country Roads, or Life is a Highway comes on, everyone is suddenly a liar.
I talk to myself way too much like I’ll be pumping gas or in the grocery store, then I’ll be thinking about some dumb meme that was like “spare dick sir?” And say it out loud to myself and be like “that shit killed me” and i know seeing me from afar im giving crackhead energy probably
last night one of my campers was like “well i lost one of my shoes in the swamp today” and i said “oh no!” and she shrugged and said “its ok. shoes are just objects” and damn. they really are
today a completely different camper with scratches all over her legs was like “every step hurts me” and i was like “oh that sucks!” and she shrugged and said “well, you know, pain is a temporary emotion”
the next gen have achieved either peak buddhism or peak nihilism
I am an advocate for a sexual assault hotline, and whenever major media sources cover things related to sexual abuse calls rise majorly. With all the talk on social media about the R. Kelly documentaries being released, I encourage everyone who needs it to contact the national (or their local) sexual assault hotline.
I murdered a rich guy in Red Dead Redemption 2 who slapped his expensive horse across the face after he lost to me in a race. His horse is now my main horse and she gets all the pats and sugar cubes in the world. I’m feeling good about my cowboy life choises.
Here she is! My beautiful rescue horse that I murdered a man for! I named her Pinky because she has a lovely pink nose.
And of course I braided her mane and tail because she is a queen.
