So, you see, while some perceive winter as a festive time when their worlds are blanketed by the purity of snow, others feel that they are being suffocated by a literally colorless existence.
When we help others, we should be tactful and sensitive. We should try to understand the other person’s experience and point of view, and then offer help that is relevant to him, and in such a way as he can accept it. We cannot help others if we attack their values and beliefs or if we ignore their temperament and personal circumstances.
Geshe Kelsang Gyatso
I miss our walks up the mountains with the dogs. I miss when you’d take me fishing and I used to run around the garden looking for worms as bait and you’d help me catch them. I miss hugging you, I used to step up onto your shoes because you were so tall and I wanted to reach around your belly. I miss how I’d sit on your lap and listen to music with you for hours. I miss it all and I can’t bare the thought of never being able to do it again.
And as September draws closer… almost two years, everyday that draws it closer to the day I feel a little more broken, exhausted and lost because I know that I will never see you again.
And it kills me. But that’s reality. It’s sinking in… it’s my reality and it fucking sucks
This is so beautiful
Fuck boy those legs
This is why we love him