my mom is nursing these kittens because their mommy got hurt, they have no patience

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"I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running."

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this is my dog. he is supposed to be dressed as the big bad wolf in Red Riding Hood after he has nommed the grandmother and donned her clothes

but look at him. he is not a bad wolf. he just looks like a granny. 

he just wants to hear how you’re doing far away at school and are you eating enough can he make you soup do you have a good coat it’s starting to get chilly out. 

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"I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for."

- Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
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Hello. I’m Kelsey. I am five feet of foster child returned home, panic attacks and the need to keep my closet and my art supplies in rainbow color order. 

This makes me sound interesting, like I am some broken thing, something that needs a fixer, a helper, a caretaker.

I am not a broken thing. 

I am not broken.

My childhood was bumpy and sometimes I fell. Late at night or on random Tuesday afternoons when my friends get phone calls from their parents or homemade cookies in the mail, I pretend I am from a small town and a quaint southern family that eats dinner together and has sunday breakfast. 

In reality I am from a town who’s small amount of residents would rather it not existed. My family is small, in number and in height. They are loving, but they are angry and the bitterness creeps around the corners of my childhood home more silently than a ghost. My mother tries her best. If you ask her, she will tell you it has been the two of us for the past 19 years. If you ask me, I’ve been helping her adjust since I began making a list of all the things that made her angry. Or roughly 3 years old. 

I am my past. I would like to be poetic and say that I am bigger than the fights and tears. That at 19 years old I no longer jump when I hear unexpected footsteps or know exactly how long it takes to get from my room to the front door. 

But that’s simply not true. 

I am my past. I am all of the parts of my childhood that look more like those things that hide under your bed and at the top of your closet. I am all the parts of my childhood that are your mom beaming at you and always being the fastest reader in your class. I am all of these things.

But when they ask I’ll just look up and say:

I’m Kelsey. I’m five foot one and I like my size. I want to help kids and I drink too much soda. Nice to meet you. 


"Do you want to know who I am?
I’ve let my past get to me more than I care to admit.
That’s who I am.
There’s times I lie and tell people I have plans when I really don’t all because I want to sit alone and think to much.
That’s who I am.
I sit up at night and wonder who I miss.
I wonder what I miss and in between the late night tv I’m not paying attention to,
I wonder if I really miss anyone or anything at all.
That’s who’s I am.
But that’s not who I want to be.
I’m in a weird spot
All I know is that I’m sick of my past carving out what the present isn’t supposed to be.
I think this is all a growing pain
I’m not sure what it’s growing towards
But it’s something."

- Growing Pain (via mystandardbreak-fromlife)
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"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."


Alexandra Bracken

Everything you love is here

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"How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?"


Ruby Wax 

Reblogging the SHIT out of this.

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"My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love."

- Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed (via simply-quotes)

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