Sarah Vee

Sarah·Vee Noun -A whimsical and aloof creature; made of mostly salt water and dopamine floods; often found chain smoking in parks

[worldssmallesttrampoline]

[adore-delano]

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Til death do us party

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Liam's beautiful boat.

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[nocopsonoutreach]

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No cops on outreach!!!!!!

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M

Don't be stupid. This is a game.

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I'm sad. No I'm tired. No I'm sitting in the passenger seat while my hormones drive down this meaningless road at 200 miles per hour. No I'm tired. No I have cramps.

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There was heat from the fire but I still froze when I saw the ghost

[purplebuddhaproject]

If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.

Joseph Campbell (via purplebuddhaproject)

[kyrans]

#LOVE

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Sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down...

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Physically walking away and emotionally walking away are completely different things. I've been up and leaving town for years and they've never been in sync. No trust me. We'll never get it right.

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This is the first time in two years that I've left Calgary without losing something. I'm constantly leaving pieces of myself at the river, standing on the highway wishing I could have them back. Everytime I leave Calgary my heart aches for something. I've never gotten that something back. My friend, the one with long eyelashes told me he's given so much of his heart away that he doesn't know what love is anymore. That's what the eastbound hitch spot has always felt like. But this time I felt fine I woke up in a wonderful man's apartment. He looked so peaceful. I didn't wake him I just ran for the door. I smiled at my friend, the one with long eyelashes. "I'm no good at goodbyes sugar. You take care of you." I turned around. My heart in one piece. And I ran like hell.

[pukusmucus]

It’s that time of year where randomly asking your friends if they are OK is a good idea

[this-world-is-a-joke]

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December

February is the coldest and the darkest but not the hardest. The hardest month to be homeless is December. Because your body hasn’t climatized yet. It isn’t used to it. It tries to refuse it - this ridiculous notion of sleeping in the snow. Your skin is still living in the past, holding onto September’s cold dead hands and it won’t let go. By January… Things will get better… You’ll at least have better socks. But trust me when I tell you that in December, you will be cold. Shaken to the bones. You’ll wait for the sunrise, every night. You'll be fine. That blue in the sky. That light. It'll come. Later than it used to but it will. You’ll do your best. The silver lining of December is people think they can be baptized by the weather. Their sins can actually be washed away under frost and twinkling lights by performing good deeds under the loving eyes of Jesus Christ Or Santa Claus… Or whoever. And whoever will smile at you in a way they didn’t in November. They’ll hand you ten dollars. They’ll say ‘it’ll get better.’ And trust me… It will. They’re right. They’ll ask impossible things of you like “Stay warm tonight.” And even though you won’t. Even if you’ll hardly sleep. Even if it literally feels like the frost has found its way into your fucking blood stream

Just smile. They mean well. What else were they supposed to say? And besides… They’re probably the warmest thing you’ll see all day.