Beautiful life of mine

Just a little bit of me.
dianedorethy: HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.” -Bob Marley  MHMMMMMMMM. 

dianedorethy:

HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

-Bob Marley 

MHMMMMMMMM. 

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You’re not the only one

I know you miss him and I know you think you can’t be without him. I know he told you he loved you and I know he said he’d never leave. I know although you knew you shouldn’t have believed that, you did and I know you want him back more than anything. I know you get that feeling when you pass him and I know you just want him to look your way. I know he told you that you were his number one and that not a thing could ever change his feelings. I know you get that crazy feeling when he even looks your way and I know you analyze that look the rest of the day. I know he used you and I know you forgave him for all his faults, no matter what. I know you smile bigger, talk louder, and laugh more whenever you see him near because you want him to notice you again. I know you compare every guy to him. I know you take out his mistakes on everyone but him and I know you don’t mean to. I know that you tell everyone that you’re ‘obviously’ over him. I know that you don’t know that I can see right through that. I know you get that feeling every time that you get a text, just because there’s a slight chance that it might be him, and I know anyone can see the hurt in your eyes when you see that it isn’t. I know you still don’t know what you did wrong and you will never get the answer to that. But listen, I know he doesn’t miss you and I know he doesn’t look at you twice. I know that if you do catch his eye it’s because you’re staring at him and he’s just looking around. I know your texts to him were deleted a long time ago and I know he’s got a new girl now. I know for a fact that he doesn’t compare her to you, and he obviously doesn’t have feelings for you anymore. He’s not dating her to make you jealous, either. I know he doesn’t care about you anymore. He never did. Trust me, I should know. I know you can relate to everything that I just said because there’s one boy that’s made us all feel the same. Do me a favor please? When you see this, pass it on. I know you will appreciate it as much as I did when it got passed to me. Knowing you’re not the only girl that’s been hurt like this makes you feel a little better, I guess. I wonder how many more are going to feel like we did.

Well… This is Flower. My pet skunk, of 2 days. I found him at my fathers farm when I was riding my 4wheeler with my best friend Emily. I just about ran over poor little Flower. The mother skunk and 3 other babies had been killed by something. Not sure what but they must have gotten in to something that was poisonous to them. So, i drove home, which is about a mile from there, with the baby skunk in a box. Before I fed him, I did some research about what to feed him. I couldn’t feed him cows milk so I decided on soy milk. My mother can’t drink regular milk so we always have soy milk in the house. I used a dropper to feed him, and he was very hungry. After a while he went back to sleep. And I fed him just a little bit, many times that day. The next day, when I picked him up to feed him he didn’t wake up… but he was alive and breathing. So a couple hours later I came back to him and he still wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t wake up the whole day, and I was worried. So at the end of the day after dinner, I picked him up and tried to make sure he was warm. And he was moving more and more so I thought “Yay! he was just a little cold and nocturnal” So I went to get my big sister, Noel, and we came into my room and I picked him up and he wasn’t breathing. My sister says, ” Lizzie, he’s dead.” and i said “No hes not.. just wait a minute and you’ll see.” Sure enough nothing happened. My sister got up and left my room without a word. So, I put little flower down and picked up a couple of things in my room that took about 3 mins. Came back to Flower and he was already getting stiff. I tried closing his mouth and it wouldn’t close. So I went out side and there was a hole already because my dad was doing some yard work. So I put Flower there and buried him. And it was so hard for me to do.. Just thinking about it… Putting dirt on top of a baby animal that fit in the palm of my hand, that never did harm to anyone… it was sad. 

Well… This is Flower. My pet skunk, of 2 days. I found him at my fathers farm when I was riding my 4wheeler with my best friend Emily. I just about ran over poor little Flower. The mother skunk and 3 other babies had been killed by something. Not sure what but they must have gotten in to something that was poisonous to them. So, i drove home, which is about a mile from there, with the baby skunk in a box. Before I fed him, I did some research about what to feed him. I couldn’t feed him cows milk so I decided on soy milk. My mother can’t drink regular milk so we always have soy milk in the house. I used a dropper to feed him, and he was very hungry. After a while he went back to sleep. And I fed him just a little bit, many times that day. The next day, when I picked him up to feed him he didn’t wake up… but he was alive and breathing. So a couple hours later I came back to him and he still wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t wake up the whole day, and I was worried. So at the end of the day after dinner, I picked him up and tried to make sure he was warm. And he was moving more and more so I thought “Yay! he was just a little cold and nocturnal” So I went to get my big sister, Noel, and we came into my room and I picked him up and he wasn’t breathing. My sister says, ” Lizzie, he’s dead.” and i said “No hes not.. just wait a minute and you’ll see.” Sure enough nothing happened. My sister got up and left my room without a word. So, I put little flower down and picked up a couple of things in my room that took about 3 mins. Came back to Flower and he was already getting stiff. I tried closing his mouth and it wouldn’t close. So I went out side and there was a hole already because my dad was doing some yard work. So I put Flower there and buried him. And it was so hard for me to do.. Just thinking about it… Putting dirt on top of a baby animal that fit in the palm of my hand, that never did harm to anyone… it was sad. 

Just in case.

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Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000


Reblogging because you know, someone out there could use one of these.

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Well, this was supposed to a picture of the moon, but I can’t hold still.

Well, this was supposed to a picture of the moon, but I can’t hold still.