There’s something about rock, so cold and unmoving it’s solid and strong and never truly breaks just multiplies, unflinching to all but the ocean which is so wilful and changeable beating at the face of a cliff with full emotion. I see them as soul mates, the ultimate contradictory love affair, the rock sharp and perilous to all but the sea, the only one that can soften its edges with wild character and raging waves.

imlexyandiknowit:

inkantlers:

My lesbian aunt is moving to my hometown and I was telling my mom about how I’m gonna hangout with her and stuff and my mom looked upset and she was like “We need to have a talk.” and we sat down and she said “Your aunt lives a certain lifestyle that I don’t want you to adapt from her” and I was internally screaming but then she finished with “so whatever you do don’t let her talk you into smoking pot” i’m crying my aunt is 52

I hope I am that aunt.

cutestshawty:

I just want someone to look at me and just think “she’s worth everything”.