I grieve

I patiently waited for 7 months
Always hoping that one day
You’d be given to me
That day came
And how immensely joyful that moment was
But you got lost
You ran away
My 7 month gift suddenly ran away
And how everyday I would grieve
And be reminded of you
Every single day
Then you were replaced
Even though I detest the idea
It made me feel, once again, happy
For a dog has been always a dream
But now you’re gone
Gone
Gone
And I can’t get you back
No matter how long I search
I won’t ever find you
My 7 month dream
Gone

MY DOG, I MISS, A LOT. :(

I cant even describe how much I miss him and how sad I am right now.

I MISS YOU SO MUCH MACHO :(( I DIDNT EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE :(((((

(Source: pale-blond-queen)

UGH

Most humans are never fully present in the now, because unconsciously they believe that the next moment must be more important than this one. But then you miss your whole life, which is never not now.

(Source: makemestfu)

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

(Source: justart-justme)

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise ErdrichThe Painted Drum LP
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