Freedom.

For Those Who Wonder   Nineteen years young. People watcher. Professional thrifter. Lover of poetry, sunsets, and second chances.

incircumscriptus:

noctums:

Mary Lambert - Body Love

So powerful.

This is actually the most beautiful video I have ever seen.

"I only know how to exist when I am wanted."

So, so powerful and haunting. Please, please listen to this beautiful spoken word.

— 1 day ago with 47 notes
Happy Birthday, Love

"They’re the highest paid murderers in America."
I listened as your words lingered in the air
And watched the fire tightly hug the log and dance around its edges.
There was simplicity in the moment that
reminded me of the gentle pain of healing.
There was a familiarity that exceeded just the family I was surrounded by, but the comfort of having found a home.
To be able to walk in and open the fridge to pour myself a glass of milk and know the cabinet the cups are kept in as I proceed to pull out my favorite cup.

I watched as pink skies turned dark and bright stars twinkled and
find myself tumbled over a hodgepodge of emotions.
The good mixed in with the bad, and distant memories clashing with present ones.
Happy Birthday, Love.
Home is where I can wake up hearing you giggle.
When you ask me 500 questions before breakfast.
Home feels like fall, tastes like spring and returns like summer.
And you,
Grow tall, and bloom.
Happy Birthday, my love.

— 2 days ago with 1 note
equ-estrian:

PC to coral von zumwalt
Me jumping my boy c over 1.30

equ-estrian:

PC to coral von zumwalt

Me jumping my boy c over 1.30

(via fromthehaunches)

— 3 days ago with 1310 notes
puucci:

Water Lilies by Claude Monet at the MET 

puucci:

Water Lilies by Claude Monet at the MET 

(Source: aheartfulloffrost.com, via amandarodzko)

— 3 days ago with 4912 notes
fkuribrena:

Excercise for collect riding.

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Excercise for collect riding.

— 3 days ago with 24 notes

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braids-n-bits:

my post

Very true! (and used often)

— 1 week ago with 3684 notes
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soundtrack-for-lovers:

I’m sure most of us have seen the infamous “oxer two-step” but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen with the front legs! He cleared it and won the class too!
Billy Raymont // Stardom

The infamous two step oxxer jump!

fkuribrena:

soundtrack-for-lovers:

I’m sure most of us have seen the infamous “oxer two-step” but this is the first time I’ve seen it happen with the front legs! He cleared it and won the class too!

Billy Raymont // Stardom

The infamous two step oxxer jump!

— 1 week ago with 2020 notes
When its monday morning and you realize you still have homework to do.

When its monday morning and you realize you still have homework to do.

(via lawebloca)

— 1 week ago with 511 notes
abandonxallxships:

themoonphase:

collapsed:

after humans are gone nature will take the earth back

gives me chills

I love this 

abandonxallxships:

themoonphase:

collapsed:

after humans are gone nature will take the earth back

gives me chills

I love this 

(Source: ladylilyvanity, via alonesomes)

— 1 week ago with 205834 notes

ladyofanaturalstate:

A song to slow dance to. Like most jazzy tunes, it casts such a hazy, lovey dovey, mood upon me. 

My Favorite.

(Source: maisaltoquebombas, via azurechanel-deactivated20140418)

— 2 weeks ago with 1751 notes
"[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13]

When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?

All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.

Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.

Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.

Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.

It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.

And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given."
Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)

(via alonesomes)

— 2 weeks ago with 9536 notes
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We all need a cup of coffee to start the day!

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We all need a cup of coffee to start the day!

— 2 weeks ago with 86 notes