Milo (who's also affectionately nicknamed Cow 🐮🐮) is my most sensitive, typically skittish fur baby. My STBXH never really had much to do with Milo, and in turn, he never sought out attention from my ex, and instead would run off when he approached. It wasn't until my current significant other came along that Milo really blossomed. When we sat together on the couch, he crawled onto Keith's lap, which was completely out of character for him! Ever since, Milo insists on cuddling Keith whenever he's over. He even likes to nudge me out the way to lay on his chest! 😂😂😂
Two for one from me tonight. Read this out loud, slowly and surely, hanging on to the vowels. And then read more.
simple/ by @itscarus
if it is love, do not be sorry. if you feel a will to give your all & all to give, what does it matter that they did not ask for it. this energy, might feel for them, but it is not about them. the way you love is who you are.
this way you are is about you. this energy, its life, is at it is, for its own sake. & so few can tell the difference between what they know and need. does anyone really know what they want? seasons come and go as do we. want more & need less. days where nothing is enough & nothing is just fine.
there are those who seem like seasons but last lifetimes long. those who miss the world right in front of them looking for it. & that's who they are. how they do. don't torture yourself thinking about who looks but doesn't see you. those who hear you but don't understand. don't torture yourself thinking you shouldn't have when you had it in you to share. Better that you aren't losing sleep wishing you would have. could have. done more.
it is not on you, they didn't know how to hold it all. their hands may have felt enough to touch you, but such hands weren't enough if they couldn't stand the ways you didn't hold back. so don't hold back now. if they miss the heart set loose, at least the wind will catch you. at least you can say, i didn't hold back.
If they give me a night full of stars and fireworks, i would still stare at you. Well you’re that good. People are used to rivers and streams, and here you are, the ocean. People just get lost when they see you. They are scared, to swim in your tides. You do not worry about the bridge’s you’ve brunt. You have wings to get wherever you wish to. Like the thousand of pieces from the universe put together, you’re beautiful. Don’t let the tainted lenses of this world take away the beautiful reflection of your soul.
Shy with out going eyes, and a smile that just takes breathe away. Your eyes are like perfectly placed stars, and the way you believe your life is unfolding the way it should. Your confidence. Your mind is full of hope and heart full of wishes. You’ve your head always pointed towards the sky. Pick a star and i’ll make it fall, then another, and another after that. Until your every wish come true. You deserve it.
You’ve tucked away your heart and wear your mind on sleeve. On the surface, you are cool and composed. Dig a little deeper and i see a carefree fire burning every now and then. And when i look a little closer, a i see wings, of the angel. For when you have doubts, you will fly above it all leaving everyone in awe. There’s no combination of words to describe just how amazing you’re. I have compared countless of them together. And even when i am writing this, i feel i am not doing you justice.
it smells of honeysuckle flowers out by my balcony and that’s when i’m reminded that i’m not desert living anymore. it’s all the little things that remind me that i’ve left what i always called home. the way the sun doesn’t set until much past eight during summer and pacific standard time is no longer mine. it’s the way everyone says “pop” instead of soda. or how no one wears a helmet while riding their motorcycle, no one. the way there’s still plastic bags at the grocery stores. it’s the price of gasoline. it’s all the little things that remind me i’ve left my roots only to plant new ones. and it wasn’t until now, that i realized my heart has two homes.