Introducing, pocket penguin! Everyone should have a pocket penguin. ^u^
he calls you
not because you hold everyone together
when the wind tries so hard
to scatter souls
or because your eyes flash hints of silver
when you talk about your favorite song
or because your lip ring taints your kisses
because he can downsize you in an instant
replacing you with a version of yourself
that doesn’t weigh his pockets down
your body now too small to hold your essence
and a mouth that will only open wide enough
you are easily forgotten
but somehow always end up
attached to his keychain.
because he can bend you to his will
and you don’t even notice
until everything else
begins falling out of your grasp.
every time he snaps you back into place
the world has only changed
but a fraction of a centimeter
and you’re used to measuring your life in kilometers.
because he is a staple
leaving puncture wounds in everything he touches
a few drops of blood in every corner of your mind
and when you learn how to extract him from your heart
no goodbye is successful enough to patch
permanent holes you fold yourself in upon
and pretend not to notice.
to this day,
that chapter of your life remains dog-eared
and you wonder
why you still have trouble
Louis de Bernières in Corelli’s Mandolin:
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
I’m fucking dying
Lilo is all of us
Find out which Chapman’s love language you are here -http://neurolove.me/post/49772974208/which-love-language-do-you-speak
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BASIC FACTS ABOUT MEXICAN GRAY WOLVES
The Mexican gray wolf is a subspecies of the grey wolf, and is the most endangered type of wolf in the world. Commonly referred to as “El lobo,” the Mexican wolf is gray with light brown fur on its back. Its long legs and sleek body enable it to run fast.
- Mexican wolves mostly eat ungulates (large hoofed mammals) like elk, white-tailed deer, and mule deer. They are also known to eat smaller mammals like javelinas, rabbits, ground squirrels and mice.
- After being wiped out in the United States and with only a few animals remaining in Mexico, Mexican wolves were bred in captivity and reintroduced to the wild in Arizona beginning in 1998. There are only about 300 Mexican wolves in captivity. The goal of the reintroduction program was to restore at least 100 wolves to the wild by 2006; unfortunately, at the end of 2012 there were still only approximately 75 wolves.
- Mexican wolves once ranged widely from central Mexico throughout the southwestern US. Today, the Mexican wolf has been reintroduced to the Apache National Forest in southeastern Arizona and may move into the adjacent Gila National Forest in western New Mexico as the population expands.
- Mexican wolves prefer to live in mountain forests, grasslands and shrublands, and are very social animals. They live in packs, which are complex social structures that include the breeding adult pair (the alpha male and female) and their offspring. A hierarchy of dominant and subordinate animals within the pack help it to work as a unit.
- Mating Season: Mid February-mid March.
- Gestation: 63 days.
- Litter size: 4-7 pups.
- Pups are born blind and defenseless. The pack cares for the pups until they mature at about 10 months of age.
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The Great Gatsby movie made me realize that the story is not about delusions and the dangers of holding on to the past and all that nonsense.
Really. It’s just about how much it sucks to be a third wheel.
The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kind.
I pick restorer.
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It was really rather significant.
First off, I became Catholic this past Easter after spending every Sunday since September learning about what I was getting myself into and how I can define this awesome weird religion thing for myself. I don’t really believe anything different than I have believed my whole life, I just feel like I believe it better and I believe it with a worldwide, timeless community of people. Some crazy, yes, but some truly inspiring.
I also did that apartment thing. Transporting myself to and from school, paying bills, acquiring food. It was really, really tough. I have this idealism where nobody has to take care of themselves because everybody is taking care of each other. That translates to Jewel loving to take care of her friends but hating to take care of herself. I will go out of my way and forgo all sleep if someone has a problem. But if my stomach is growling, I won’t even think about making a meal, I’ll just be like “lalalala I’m hungry but I’ll just do homework.” I haven’t changed even after a year of being hungry all the time, so looks like I need to splurge for that meal plan next year.
Martin and I had “turning point” relationship development. Communication was faulty and emotions were confusing and for a while I cried a lot. But then it all clicked into place and we are super happy and smiley and we’re talking about getting married in two years, what? Oh yeah, I’ll be 22 then, we’ll have been dating 6 1/2 years, it’s not that crazy, actually.
On another note, I lost a friend. One of those that you spend almost every day with since before starting high school but then becomes a different person in college and it just isn’t a good friendship anymore. And it’s awkward and weird and sad. But, I made two really really really wonderful new friends from my classes this year. I became friends with a scattering of cool people, turned casual friends into close friends, and, my new best friend from my first year stayed my best friend through this year. I think that tips the balance way to the positive.
As for experiences, this year was fantastic. I went to LA and Italy on SMU’s dime, I got paid to be an environmental activist of sorts in the residence hall, I presented my summer research project, I got to start a phytofilter project with friends… Yea, good times.
As for classes though, my spirit died a few times and I felt drained. I’m just happy for that silly B in silly ochem. And I know I love ecology. School was icky, but it worked out.
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