Freedom.

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

fkuribrena:

braids-n-bits:

my post

Very true! (and used often)

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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!

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!

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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.

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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 

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ladyofanaturalstate:

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

My Favorite.

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"[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)

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fkuribrena:

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

fkuribrena:

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

— 1 week ago with 86 notes
Sip

It’s 6:28 in the morning and

I love

the way you wake my still tired eyes. 

You croon morning sounds that

echo against the walls of a vastly silent

abode.

I feel your warmth in my hands

radiate

and press to my lips.

A soft cascade

downward,

downward

slowly reviving the chilled,

resting air

inside this ribcage cage.

You shine

warm sun into my whole being

drawing open the curtains of my night, 

swinging wide the windows

of this crooked house

letting in the splendors of the

dewy morning

and misty breeze

for yet another day.

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#NaPoWriMo  #seven  #day7  #7  #written  #poem 

I feel like I’m gonna throw up

Rows of faded green pews

lining the ugly matching carpet

make me wonder 

how many prodigals skinned their knees on their journey

to the throne room of the Almighty,

only to walk away with a rug burn and

a silly impression on their forehead

from bowing too long. 

My quiet rebellion serves

as a reminder of louder tantrums and salt-burnt wounds.

Blunt words cause deeper hurts,

they cut with much force than 

the clean slit of a sharp instrument.

The world spins on

and with it, 

the heaviness of unborn burdens,

bruising with each blow to the abdomen

and bleeding with each trip, stumble, fall.

Ignorance and neglect serve to add an unkempt appearance,

and failure to nurture it makes me  unwell.

Dismissal is not an option, I

wake up, carrying.

Wake up, sick.

Can you believe all those months, for this?

I can’t.

I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

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#written 

azurechanel:

ke-nosis:

thegreatfreckled:

lovelyshards:

theflavourofyourlips:

We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….
(x)

this is seriously so beautiful. Watch the video <3

I don’t know if I’ve reblogged this yet, but have it again anyway

my favorite video. 

this video almost killed me the first time i saw it.

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