Halie's Comment

Things I see along the way.

If Americans reduced their meat consumption by ten percent, enough grain would be saved to feed sixty million people.

—John Robbins (via vegan-veins)

(via stonesandtoes)

fuckyeahmoleskines:

The text reads:
This was the first time I visited you. I was so unbearably nervous. You came down to meet me. Your mom didn’t introduce herself until she was tipsy at the restaurant. Your brother asked me if I was afraid of him. I told you I wanted to go to the beach while it was snowing (like in that movie I love) and you took me there after we touched the tide pools by the lighthouse. You held my hand of your own accord for the first time (which is maybe why I didn’t believe you when you told me you loved me the month before). I remember hoping, wanting, being excited. We walked and walked. We got to the end and walked back, uncovering our own footprints. You talked a lot. You never asked me any questions, and neither did your mom. I learned to just insert myself into conversation, and now my own mother stops telling me she’s proud of me long enough to tell me how rude I am.
We were raised differently.
We met too soon, you said that from the beginning. 
And I didn’t even know you thought we’d been together for months. You were mad that I never let that go, but you weren’t any different until the week we agreed it was over.
It was all a miscommunication. 
With a lot of traveling and talk.
And you don’t believe in “meant to be”, so I won’t say we weren’t.
We just met too soon.

You can follow me at sunsierrasawtooth.tumblr.com or my badly kept art blog at kbsnotebook.tumblr.com

fuckyeahmoleskines:

The text reads:

This was the first time I visited you. I was so unbearably nervous. You came down to meet me. Your mom didn’t introduce herself until she was tipsy at the restaurant. Your brother asked me if I was afraid of him. I told you I wanted to go to the beach while it was snowing (like in that movie I love) and you took me there after we touched the tide pools by the lighthouse. You held my hand of your own accord for the first time (which is maybe why I didn’t believe you when you told me you loved me the month before). I remember hoping, wanting, being excited. We walked and walked. We got to the end and walked back, uncovering our own footprints. You talked a lot. You never asked me any questions, and neither did your mom. I learned to just insert myself into conversation, and now my own mother stops telling me she’s proud of me long enough to tell me how rude I am.

We were raised differently.

We met too soon, you said that from the beginning. 

And I didn’t even know you thought we’d been together for months. You were mad that I never let that go, but you weren’t any different until the week we agreed it was over.

It was all a miscommunication. 

With a lot of traveling and talk.

And you don’t believe in “meant to be”, so I won’t say we weren’t.

We just met too soon.

You can follow me at sunsierrasawtooth.tumblr.com or my badly kept art blog at kbsnotebook.tumblr.com

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