I don’t know how to settle. I got my heart broken too early and it was a wake up call to everything else that might be out there. Seventeen and before that I vaguely had a plan. Then, this is what being with someone who is depressed is like. This is what being depressed is like. This is not knowing. This is having your plan chewed up and spit out. This is being alone. This is being unhappy. This is being in a relationship and being unhappy. This is being alone and being somewhat happy. This is getting crushed. This is leaving. This is endings. This is being pissed off or apathetic. This is driving across country away from what I know and hating most every minute. This is driving into a thunderstorm miles away in the distance with no hills around to protect and no phone signal to comfort while my windshield is pounded with water. This is finding a routine and finding a calm. This is climbing peaks and exploring alone, enjoying the pain, the dirt, the quiet and the space. This is being alone but knowing there are those that love me. This is driving back and not knowing, not knowing if I’ll regret it leaving, but looking forward across this country that really isn’t that big and yet huge, so how can I settle?
Treat yourself. Or something. I’m drinking the combination of these along with some ‘detox’ yogi tea which is typical.
I need to start running outside again.
Beer-Tapping Physics: Why A Hit To A Bottle Makes A Foam Volcano -
The physics that make an atomic bomb form a mushroom cloud also cause a beer to explode after a tap.
The important science.
Sex Without Love -
by Sharon Olds
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do…
I am either
Why Disappearing Bees Mean You'll Pay More for Almonds - Modern Farmer -
Why colony collapse, Chinese consumer habits, weather patterns in the Midwest, economic sanctions against Iran and even nicotine will mean you’ll pay more for that bag of California almonds.
Bees bees bees.
When given the choice between being respectful, caring or considerate, or being a complete dick, go ahead, chose the latter; you’re nothing special, just another ordinary human being looking out for yourself.
Yea this is totally what I wear to go hunting. I always look this good. Bullets don’t fly through leather. Obviously.
(Source: cvilletochucktown, via wildterrain)
I’m honestly already planning out my mid-life crisis for when I decide that the world is hopeless and no one is going to give a shit about the environment anyways and we’re all doomed to drought or flood or the wrath of the earth. At this point I’ll open up a bakery/coffee shop/bar combo that has baked goods for all eating preferences (GF, all the sugar, none of the refined, etc), strong hot coffee, local beer, whiskey, moonshine and also sells knitted goods from happy sheep. Some place I’m dreaming up so people can come in for a visit and temporarily forget about all the hell outside.
The fox one led to a “what you should think about before purchasing a fox” blog post; this was one of the suggestions (spelling error theirs)
Which leads to my next google search…