Feel down and out in this world running about with thoughts of preservation with loads of hesitation. What will I do? What will become of me? Will I learn to fly on past these squirrel infested trees? Or will I stay stuck in this country town daze lost in a craze. Selfish to think of only myself but who else? No one can get me to where I want to be. If I want it I’ll get it someday with only just me.
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Take my hand (Taken with instagram)
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—via my college friend Aaron’s Facebook page
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A baby elephant in Samburu, Kenya. (Planet Earth Live - BBC)
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gentle water
I’m just too nice for my own good. Others are just so hard like wood. Hitting me with their words of hate. Thrashing and bashing old wounds from my fate. I carry on like water in the river, bending and rushing as the land tells me with a cold shiver. I rise and fall with the weather. They might not always see that I am clever. With time I’ll find my way. I’ll look for a new path every night and day. Cutting through rock with just a tear. No longer running out of fear. Using my gentle force and gained strength. I’ll surely make it with a bit of faith. One day I’ll carve one new and spread out to a few. They might try to push and pull a little now and then but I’ll work my path out soon enough again.
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Exactly ;)
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7 months… ;___;

Whole life.

Yes…lots of pros, but one HUGE con… I’m lonely. :\
agree…..
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I see law and decency in this
country, planet, is still rubbish.get involved
www.now.org
www.rawa.org
www.womenslaw.org
www.amnestyusa.org
www.globalissues.org
www.globalfundforwomen.orgWhy feminism is still relevent.
I often bring these issues up in my class seminars and everyone seems to roll their eyes. Gotta love standardized apathy.
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