This is me. Every time

This is me. Every time


Thrift store shirt ftw.

Thrift store shirt ftw.


thewhimsyturtle:

I don’t understand, Mommy. Why can’t I dig through your hand?! And why are there no noms when I bite your fingers?!

Love me some turtles.

(via thefrogman)


Cabo San Lucas 2013

Cabo San Lucas 2013




Rad.

Rad.

(via fire-in-the-forest)


Unspoken

There are some sentences you can never say.
Or rather, you can’t find the words to form them.
You want to voice your opinion, but the thought should never leave it’s hiding place.
I want to tell you:
Come home, I need you.
But then I would be forcing myself upon you.
I would be just like the rest.
I want to be easy and simple.
I want my sentences to only be uplifting with no harsh words.

We as humans are well aware of what we should do,
But our emotions always get in the way.
They are the roadblock to the truth.
I want to say:
I honestly could only see you the rest of my life and still be elated.
But then I would be forcing myself upon you.
I would be just like the rest.
I want to be easy and simple.
I want my emotions to only be uplifting and hide the terrifying truth.

I don’t want to share you.

By: Rebekah Rose Archambeault


Restless

Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Lay on my side.
No back.
Stomach?
My mind is racing…
Check the clock.
It blinks 12:00.
Great another thing that’s broken.
Ok, ok.
Let’s try side again.
Good,
Now close my eyes.
Let’s count:
1, 2, 3…
And they burst open.
Excellent,
You appeared in my sleepless dream.
Now we’re back to stomach.
4, 5, 6…
Wait, did I have a paper due tomorrow?
No, no.
Maybe if I face the other way.
7, 8, 9…
What was that noise?
Now I’ll never sleep,
There’s obviously a rapist outside my house.
10, 11, 12…
Yep, not going to work.
I’ll just settle for the pills.

By: Rebekah Rose Archambeault


Well this is adorable

(via madeleinerae)