francesnaude
cubs are cute! i think of being in africa when i think of a cub. looking at the baby leopards feasting on a dead buck... sounds disgusting and morbid. but this is actually a good memory. it makes me think of being with my dad, and enjoying being in the bush together as a family. that always makes him happy.
i dont know how to feel about this. god though. this is weird. i was LITERALLY just talking to my mom about religion and how i didn't understand it. what is god? he, she, it, nothing? who knows? but maybe thats the point? not to know. to put your faith in something else that, in turn, gives you strength.
i feel very strange about the word security. what does it mean? money, safety? what? are those things related.. or are they fully separate entities? i can never tell. i do know that security is something to be desired. right now i want security from love. it seems ill never find it though. not what im looking for at least....
my bones siver when i see you. get shaky. get cold. why? i loved you. you said you loved me. you dont love me. you love you. how can you hurt someone so badly if you love them? you make my bones get shaky. you make them get cold. you killed me.