Instead, I am very much a the-only-time-I-feel-slightly-less-horrid-is-mid-bite-so-I-better-continually-shovel-in-the-feed person.
Ah well.
I am EXACTLY the same. Even when I am like flu sick, I still want to eat all of the bland things
i also wish i was someone who stopped eating when i get stressed out. no such luck.
Reblogged from smashley with 54 notes / December 7, 2011
I love you dearly, but we’re going to have to do something about your gas problem- especially if you keep insisting on sleeping under the covers.
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132 notes / November 7, 2011
This is Goose. I knew the night that he came to me that I was going to fall in love with him, when he was terrified of everything and tried to scramble under my bed when I opened a pop can. Loud noises terrified him, and my heart broke. Now he’s a trouble maker, and even with his allergies, and his energy, I’m in love.
Someone put in an application to adopt him today, and I cried for half an hour. I can say no, but I’m coming to the realization that no one will ever be good enough to take him from me.
35 notes / November 7, 2011
I am in my second year of vet school.
I am exhausted.
I started fostering a dog and fell in love with him. He is not perfect, and he’s definitely an allergy dog, but I am *this close* to turning him into a foster failure.
I’m living in a farmhouse outside town and I love it.
I also love my roommates.
I’m working on living a more healthful life. This is good, no?
Tumblr is WAY down on the priority list right now (passing my classes is slightly more important) but I found myself missing it not to long ago, so here goes!
8 notes / November 7, 2011
Is this still going around? Geez. I’m not that person anymore. It’s funny how a change of location and a refocusing of your life can so drastically alter your worldview. I’m so glad that I am not that person anymore.
0 notes / November 7, 2011
A friend and I were talking about tattoos today, and I mentioned that if I ever got one, it would be of birds, in silhouette. She asked me what birds meant to me. It took me a while to answer, but this is basically what I said.
Birds mean freedom, the ability to take off and be gone in an instant.
Birds mean beauty.
Birds are perfectly designed for what they do. Hawks are masters of the air, and superb hunters. I think that we all have something that we are designed to do, and birds remind me of that.
But as hawks are masters of the air, songbirds are maestros sitting on the branches outside our windows. They sing their little hearts out. My parakeets sing when it’s freezing, they sing when it’s dark, and they sing even though they are in a small cage with no chance of escape. They find a way to be joyful, and a way to share their joy. We all need reminders to be joyful.
Something about the thought of flight is intoxicating. It is that feeling when your heart soars - when you’re on a swing at the playground and you’re swinging higher and higher. There’s a point when you hit that high point where you are just hanging there, suspended in the air, and you feel infinite, and your heart is soaring. It’s that thought that captivates me.
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2 notes / August 27, 2011
my life is packed in boxes and bags. tomorrow they go into a storage unit. friday i leave for california.
4 notes / May 26, 2011
thank you. i cried.
i also cried from laughing.
(Source: iambal)
Reblogged from youroldarchenemycatwoman with 26 notes / May 21, 2011
