A Complicated Individual
A simple compilation of the parts of life that are too important to let go of. Even though they aren't what everyone expects of you.
Ask me anythingSomeday
I’m gonna move on. And someday someone else will hold my hand right. Someone else will kiss away the tears of anguish over a huge project. Someone else will bring me snacks as I study for class. Someone else will practice in the room next to me as I memorize frantically. Someone else will serenade me, all the while claiming to be not very good at piano or singing. Someone else will go to the zoo with me and laugh at the awkward mating animals. Someone else will drive for several hours just to sleep a little bit. Someone else will take me on adventures in the middle of the night. Someone else will promise me things as unrealistic as they seem. Someone else will let me take their picture. Someone else will laugh with me or at me, depending on the situation at hand. Someone else will get a tattoo with me. Someone else will drive me all over town trying to find a good place to eat. Someone else will try new things with me without worrying if its a good thing or not. Someone else will be right for me. Someone else will support my dreams and let me wail and gnash my teeth at all the missed opportunities. And someone else will say I love. And someone else mean it. Someone else is a long way away. And that’s okay for me.
12-year-old Jasmine Roberts found tested the water from the ice machines at 5 fast food restaurants in South Florida and compared them to the water in the toilets in those same restaurants. 70% of the time, the ice water was dirtier than the toilet water. Some of the ice water even tested positive for E. coli bacteria.
How is that possible? Toilet water comes from sanitized city water. The ice, on the other hand, might come from ice machines that haven’t been cleaned in a long time, and the employees at the restaurants might be scooping the ice with unwashed hands.
This is why I always get no ice!
Mommy, when I grow up I want to be just like you and do absolutely nothing during the day.
Via someecards
225 days
225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.
what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
- “For Jane” by Charles Bukowski
Who can blame me.
(Source: ignitemybadintentions)