"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."
- Sierra DeMulder (via counting-airplanes)
(Source: oofpoetry, via bipolar-bunnies)
"She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she’d rush away again."
- Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark (via le-minte)
(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via midwesternmermaid)
"I read in a book once that it’s not uncommon for people who lose a parent at a young age to be at a loss for any kind of direction in their life. Society makes you feel like a loser. They assume you’re lazy or have no ambition. The reality is I have so much ambition, I just don’t know what to do with it. My interests are always changing. I get bored often. What’s the point of putting myself in a colossal amount of debt for a degree that I’ll be bored with before I even finish school? I’m not afraid of hard work. That’s not the case at all.
My biggest fear in life is not failing. It’s being stuck in the ‘what now’ after failing, and not being able to see the glass half full, no matter how much you try, because the last time I remember the actual feeling of ‘what now’ was when my mother died. I think this is why children of early age deceased parents always have backup plans.
For social plans.
When you’re a child you never have a back up plan for when your parent dies. It never even crosses your mind that they will leave you. Even at 18, knowing my mother was sick, losing her, our home, our farm, my rodeo career, I was left with, and find myself stuck with a heavy weight, a huge elephant in the room; and the elephant keeps asking “What now?” Except I do not ignore the elephant or pretend it isn’t there. I simply scream at him over and over “I don’t know! I don’t know!”
I’m eternally lost, and it makes me want to punch my mother in the throat; but that’s a whole different chapter."
- J.Davis (FTGWAKTC, ATPWLTA)