I stopped posting on this tumblr
I stopped looking at the feed for this tumblr. I started a different one.
But somewhere in the mix I lost the bit of tumblr that inspired me, and made me love the world. I still love the world, I am in love with the soft glow of the sun at 7 on a summer night, and the gentle chill of the fog in the morning. But tumblr isn’t a part of that anymore.
It’s strange. In trying to get away from the tumblr I hated, I found myself all the more immersed in it. Spending my time looking at things that don’t interest me, that don’t spark a thought in my mind. So… for now, and for always I must remember that simplifying doesn’t always mean better. And making things more complicated doesn’t always make things better either… its all in the context of the situation.
summer please don’t go away. (by alyssaduhe)
state park, deep creek lake, md
submitted by hopefulwanderer
jennymiya asked: kira,
i love you more than words can say
i think about you night and day.
not in a creepy way,
but as we are both from the bay,
i cannot help it, i daresay!
i hope this does not bring you dismay,
and that your summer is fun and gay
i love you like we love throwing clay.
i love you like the flowers love may.
I love you quite alot, OLE!
simply amazing.
(Source: bulimica)
I want a camping trip with my favourites.
“and party on dudes!”
(Source: the-inconstant-moon)
I LOVE THIS PHOTO
Actually, Starting a new blog. Message me for the url. or text me if I know you irl. But I can’t promise I’ll answer because I don’t plan on being on this blog for long.
My Blog
is about to become a little more quiet. Less of my life needs to be here, and more of my life needs to be out in the world I dream of exploring. Or with my nose crammed inside a book. Either way…. enough is enough.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”
The six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
(Source: allthatglittersisnotgold)
