coyote-fever

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I wish you knew how much I love you.

I can feel it getting duller, drawing it's last breaths. It's okay; it's natural. It's absolutely bittersweet.

I miss you, my dear. I miss how you made me feel. I hope you know that I will always love you. And I am so, so proud of you.

Take it from me, an adult: FIBER IS IMPORTANT

Katy Perry went to space, and we can't make QUIET leaf blowers? This is outrageous

Remember ladies. Any burrito can be a breakfast burrito if you eat it for breakfast

Remember, if a girl in staring at you in public and you think she's judging you, maybe she just thinks you're pretty <3

I’ve found myself on many planes recently, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that some of y’all really need to clean out your pools. Them things lookin’ greener than a tree frog on Saint Patrick’s Day, goddog! 

I'm in the club (coffee shop), high off perc (decaf coffee), with some shades (blue light glasses) on

Tatted up (smeared ink from notetaking), mini skirt (old hoodie), with my j's (hiking boots) on

IT WAS COOKING BY THE BOOK FROM LAZY TOWN

Do y'all know that song that's like the Sophia the First theme but also a little bit like the bridge from Love Shack (B-52s) and also like the Fairy Odd Parents theme? Asking for a friend

Do y'all know that song that's like the Sophia the First theme but also a little bit like the bridge from Love Shack (B-52s) and also like the Fairly Odd Parents theme? Asking for a friend

Hey! What's the hardest part of having a boyfriend and a wife?

Oh! Easy. Google calendar.

My wife: Do you want a wordle hint? It's pretty esoteric and random - I don't know how helpful it'll be

Me: Yeah actually

My wife: It's part of the title to one of my favorite glass animals songs

Me, .2 seconds later: Oh! I got it.

Remember, the most important thing is to do all your tasks with a scowl :)

*my assistant runs on stage, whispering frantically* wait- what. Oh- a SMILE do it with a SMILE- WAIT A SMI-

I am a beast. I was born from other beasts, and I will die a beast. It’s in my nature, in my blood.

You are yours are creatures. Gentler hands, tender embraces. You took me into your nest, feeding me along with your own young. But it’s clear I will always be a beast. My paws dwarf yours. My movements are less graceful. My eyes carry something different. But you love me all the same. And I love you as my mother.

I am a beast, but I am your beast. Loyal to you and you alone.

I hope I’m a better sister to you than she was to me. I love you so much it hurts. I think about you every day. You’re an ass, you can be a pain, and you can be unkind. But I would walk into fire for you. I would do anything to keep you safe. I wish I could do more for you.

I don’t know how you see me, but I’d rather be kind and uncertain, than never be kind at all.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone with a dysfunctional family! My your turkey be tender and your patience be steadfast

I'm glad we're friends. We're silly, we're awkward. But I'm so glad you're here.

My wife: My beautiful wife! My amazing, brilliant, beautiful, perfect wife! I'd die for her. God she's perfect.

Me: dumbass (affectionate)

My very first playlist I ever made was on my iPhone 5 and it was called “On TØP”

Me and my wife: discussing the artists that fundamentally changed us in middle school

Me: idk man, "soap" had a chokehold on me, and don't even get me started on "teen idle"

My wife: holy shit "teen idle." Have you even heard "girls"? Holy shit, I was transported.

My boyfriend, standing there so confused: ...................huh

I’ll never forget the time I was in the car with my now wife when we were freshmen in college and she was playing “Amen” by Amber Run and, with tears in her eyes, asked me if I’d ever heard it. And I, equally somber, said “yeah in a Warrior Cats PMV.”

@ofthequeenbee

Nothing like the horror of realizing your middle school writing is forever on the internet. Anywho. Moving right along.

What I am

Sweet child, I am the devil’s lover, manipulation and I are sisters, guilt and I are family. And I, I darling, I am made of pure hell fire. I will be fine.

Apparently, I'm in an unironic polycule too. Seems very tumblr 2014 of me. Shout out to us.

@coyote-fever My Wife <3 saving my ass consistently.

I love living alone because I can laugh as loud as I want

I know what you did.

You give me one of those terribly awkward side-hugs. You comment on my town, and how you'll have to come visit sometime. You are not welcome in my home. I smile and reply politely.

But our eyes don't lie. In yours I can see pity. "What ever happened to her?" "It's s shame, really. She used to be so sweet." Perhaps a hint of fear. You know that I know. You know that I remember.

In my gaze hangs only hatred.

I still think about you, by the way.

How could I not? We grew up together. You can see in our cadence, in our mannerisms. We are permanently intertwined to an extent, whether we we'd like to be or not. You shaped me, and I shaped you.

My father still talks about you too. We were products of our environment. And it was not fair to us. I hope you know that. How they spoke to and about us affected us in ways intangible.

I hope you are well, wherever you may be. I think I will always love you, in my own way.

There is a certain horror in outlasting.

I am the perpetual survivor; steadfast eternal. As the world crumbles into sand between my fingers, I live on.

But dear God. I wasn't supposed to outlive you.

Trapped in my own personal Hell – doomed to watch my loved ones killed before me. And there's nothing I can do.

Keep all your writing. Keep that bad fanfic you wrote when you were 12. Keep that essay you wrote junior year of high school. Keep those poems you wrote for her. Keep it all. Keep it all.

Have I ever told you how much I love used book stores? I bought two works today; a history of the Siberian Husky, and an old hymnal for my mother.

How many lives have you lived before this? Did you sit on a dusty shelf, or rather a worn pew. How many hands have touched you? How many lives have you touched? Were you held, or did you hold? Perhaps both.

What led you here? Were you loved? Cherished by a grandmother, whom the earth has reclaimed. Or were you cast aside, clutter to be dealt with. Perhaps both.

You are with me know. Loved and safe in my home. My mother will love you, as I do. I hope your time with us is good. I hope you enjoy it. And one day, I hope you are returned to another used book store. I hope your journey continues. Keep touching lives.

$6 is nothing, but you are everything.

Remember. Any room can be a guest room if you put your guests there.