...does it seem i only ever cry when i am wearing eyemakeup?
...cant i exist anymore?
...cant life be fair?
...do i have to care about things?
...when one thing goes wrong i feel like my whole world is tumbling down?
so i have to give the puppy back. well not back back i have to give him to animal control, i reported the abuse when the owner came looking for the puppy and they said its a "conflict of intrest to let it stay with me while the alleged abuse is under investigation" fuck them. ok well not i dont really care if he gets to stay with me but i dont want him abused. i want him to be loved as much as possible, i hope that they dont give him back to the owner and that they find him a good family, i love him as much as i tried not to... fucking story of my life, que no?
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
