one life

well this week i have gained volunteer experienced and volunteered 10 and a half hours.
the past three years i have volunteered for 31 hours.
crazy isn't it?
i love working with old people, they have wisdom and stories to tell and their faces even tell stories. the lines the pain the scars.
am i the only one that thinks like this?
well i dont give a fuck if i am.
this is my blog isn't it. last time i checked it was.
so anyways, and working with children makes me smile because they have so much ahead of them and are filled with potential and life and energy and ah it makes me so happy.

it makes me realize that growing up isnt so bad and when i'm older i'll have stories to tell and that when i was younger i was so full of awe and energetic and stuff.

look a flower

boys boys boys

well im just laying in bed thinking , as usual , but right now im thinking about the male species. what is it like to be a guy? is it easier or harder than being a girl? do guys have drama like girls do? Idk im weird when it comes to this 'thinking' stuff. ugh I wish I had a boyfriend , ive never had one and I'd like to know how it feels to have that one special person there for you and whatever.. I'd also looove to hold hands with, kiss, hug, cuddle with and laugh with a speecial boy. yenno?

BOYFRIEND APPLICATION

must be: tall , with preferrably green eyes , strong , cute , funny , smart , respectful , caring , trustworthy , etc.
must enjoy: cuddling , hand holding , kissing , hugging , laughing , crying , talking , walking , etc.
must be between the ages of: 15 and 17
must live in the saskatchewean, manitoba, ontario region in canada, or up for a long distance relationship
contact me on my tumblr if you fit this criteria

velvet

the night sky devours all light, and everything is black. black and silky like a raven's feathers. soft like velvet. as the night embraces you, you want to get lost in it. it wraps itself around every part of your body, smooth to the touch. you look upwards and see small white lights, like chinese lanterns, except smaller and seemingly far away. you begin to wonder what it would be like to be a soft, silky piece of the black, velvety sky. you wish to feel the power it has to devour all light. you want to explore the far corners where the stars are and you want to embrace the feeling of being alive, free. free as a shooting star, free as a raven.




*sorry if this makes no sense.... it's poetry