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I miss my safety net. I miss the way we’d sit in a circle and laugh, a bunch of broken people with such love for one another. I miss the way my friends use to be.
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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way that light and dark mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echo.
thats fucking cuteYou can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.
But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty. While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.
Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet’s feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed. [x]
PIGS WITH RAIN BOOTS MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN ANYTHING
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