A Tree by the Water

Why is being an adult so hard? This job I was so excited about getting is turning out to be a bust. They aren’t giving me any hours. The last time I went in I had a panic attack, and since then whenever I’m on call, or even scheduled to work, they’ve called and told me not to come in. I’m starting to look for something else, and trying really hard not to let it get to me. It’s difficult.

Also I feel like I’m all alone here in Dallas. All of my friends are in Denton. And I’m lacking any kind of motivation to get my Etsy shop up and running. Or to do anything at all.

And everyone it getting engaged or married and there’s all this pressure from society to find my soulmate as soon as possible. I’m dreading my family reunion next weekend, because I’m one of the only girls in my generation that hasn’t gotten married/is engaged/has a boyfriend and I know that the older generation is going to jump on me as to why I haven’t found anyone yet. 

I’m just, ugh.

Reblog if you’re going to A-Kon 23

oritzer:

laughingjackal:

dizor:

4eyedlunatic:

heiressofbakedgoods:

LESS THAN 3 DAYS AWAY

No. No, I don’t believe you.

I’m going on just Friday last minute. :U

hopefully.

Dudebro how will I know how to find you?? o:

 I’m just going Friday, too. But I’m so excited! :D

(via pancakeremix)

I got to the stable today to find that Danny had rolled in the wet sand in his turnout pen. I was feeling lazy and the thought of brushing sand into my eyes (which is what always happens when I brush him), just didn’t appeal to me today. So I just brushed off this back and belly, and behind his ears and rode him basically covered in sand.

I hosed him off very thoroughly afterwards and put him back out, where he promptly rolled again. Thanks Danny.