-high pitch screaming-
probably my favorite part of elephants is the fact that you’re literally seeing one of few species that not only is probably on par with human sentience/intelligence, but also ages, matures and has proven itself to have a fairly similar growing up process as humans.
So like, we see this largeish gamboling elephant baby, but you’re basically looking at a giant toddler.
the babies!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!
Elephants are the greatest
Her voice is like silk
truth be told, this is the most beautiful song ive heard in a long time
EVERYTHING THAT YOU FEEL IS JUST A CHEMICAL REACTION INSIDE YOUR HEAD WOW
so if im in love with someone does that make it a
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ignore for badly seasoned, under cooked french fries
getting up at 6:00 am made me realize that 6:00 am isnt a place it is an emotion
6:00 am isn’t a place at all
thats because it is an emotion
"Tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef,
That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him.”
Have you ever just felt so beat up, so abused, and no one has even put a finger on you? Have you ever felt like you keep fighting a war that the enemy has already won? Ever felt so battered that you just don’t care anymore? Everything could erupt in flames and you wouldn’t even flinch, or blink an eye? So drained that you can’t even cry? That you can’t even whimper or move? So crushed that sorry’s mean nothing, “love” is only a word used to describe remorse, conversations are turning over, and blankets of physical pain from exhausted emotions rake your body in a desperate attempt to be whole again? Have you ever been so hurt that even the happiness of a small, grinning child or the innocence of a young animal tumbling after a small toy can’t even move you to grin? To smile? To laugh in the fine moment of utter purity? Move you to the point where you forget about everything for a minute, a mere second of your life? Have you ever just felt? Ever hurt? Ever hate? Felt used and abused and raped and stripped bare naked in front of an audience cultivated to peel back any morsel of confidence that remains? Felt like you were wrong even when you know you’re not? Ever felt sorry for hating, felt like you need to be sorry? As if you owe a debt of sympathy, remorse, care, tenderness to somebody who in their last hours of “care” for you, your existence was a blur in a fabric of regret? Ever wanted to forgive someone so much that when you do you’re only being taken advantage of? As if you let someone drive a steaming train over every inch of your soul, heart, your entity ripped apart and fragmented into thousands of shattered feelings?
Have you ever just felt?