Can I just go back to Vegas, plz? Thx.
I feel like I am always trying to escape, and do for a little bit, but then it is back to reality and everything is still the same. Whoever was first to say “reality bites” really knew what the fuck they were talking about. And then I hate myself for saying things like that because reality should be beautiful. And maybe it is beautiful but there is something wrong with me that keeps me from seeing it…and this is what happens to me when I am up, alone at night, on tumblr. At least I go to sleep early now. There was a time where I kept myself up until 4 A.M. with this shit. The same shit still bothers me, but now I just sleep. Somehow I felt like I was happier then though even torturing myself staying up until 4. Idk what the hell I’m talking about anymore. That’s my cue.
This shit better work
HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE
No joke just read this then basically got offered a job while sitting on my ass in bed
Also my birthday month whooo
I have friends who are like getting married, like this weekend, and then a bachelorette party next weekend, and then another wedding the following weekend. When the fuck did this happen? What is happening? Weddings? We’re not even 25 yet!
What does spirituality mean to you? I’ve been feeling spiritually dead.
I miss college life. I miss waking up in Santa Cruz every morning. I miss being close to the beaches and redwoods. I miss walking downtown, sipping some coffee and catching the bus. Working at the cafe, cooking and getting to pick the music. I miss being able to take day/weekend trips to San Francisco. I miss living with or near all of my friends. I feel so nostalgic for up north. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t wait to be in Santa Cruz this weekend.
photos by gerry ellis from the david sheldrick wildlife trust, a nursery and orphanage for elephants in kenya’s tsavo east national park. here, fifty five keepers are charged with being around the clock parents to an elephant. the elephants, however, are the ones who chose their caretakers; it is the keepers who must ingratiate themselves to the elephants and earn their trust.
when elephants first arrive at the orphanage they are often traumatized from having witnessed the slaughter of their mothers and family by poachers. grieving can last several months, and they often lose the will to live. but as dame daphne sheldrick, founder of the orphanage, explains, a caretaker is charged with “persuading an elephant to live when it wants to die.”
approximately 35,000 elephants are killed by humans every year. with an estimated 350,000 elephants left in the whole continent of africa, they will be gone in the wild within ten years.
cbc’s the nature of things did a program on the elephants and their caretakers. you can foster an elephant with the david sheldrick wildlife trust online here. for more on the emotional lives of elephants, as well as the david sheldrick wildlife trust and other human efforts to save them, check out these posts