#kipnuk-the-talking-dog

[quotelr]

Be gentle, kind and loving as often as you possibly can.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk Visits Sea Isle

[thepersonalwords]

Kindness and love, love and kindness.. You can't have one without the other.. Kindness and love go hand-in-hand.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk Has a Birthday

[ljpaul95]

life

I've been in a dark stage of my life again. It might've been triggered by what I used to always watch when I was growing up, but it's all we fucking do. We do us in life yet we do all the things: eat, shit, drink, laugh, cry; what more can we do besides almost open some sort of portal in Utah or wherever they tried doing that. I blink and I come from being so vulnerable as a small child introduced to looney tunes, almost explicit movies, and sex. Those are what opens me; the child in me comes out wanting to feel safe. I don't feel safe from my own emotions which is why I decided to write at this time with a tear running down my cheek. Alaskans taken almost all the time with no cops involved to solve any of it with my own niece one of the few to escape from one of those. What do you have to do to make money? This world is so dark and my boyfriend expects me to be ok with raising a baby. Dogs' lives being taken was my limit on how, what they say 'God picking his flowers', for me to not have a child. And for what? To draw closer to Him? Why is it bad for us to wonder why? We did not ask for any of this. We just exist. And most of us in these last days (of what I hear daily), walking on the highway to hell. I find myself amongst that crew easy just by not praying, but I do acknowledge how blessed I am from waking up. I want to do more; lead, praise, repent, etc. Then the raged 27 year old me, in the phase of being stubborn probably, just wanting to chill gorl just doesn't. I'm tired of impressing-- all we ever do is make money to spend money. Then eat and rest. I try to fathom the thought of me repeating this shit until I cannot do any of that. Even if I do enjoy what I do, we're on the same level if you think about it. No matter you making a difference or giving up; you are alive. We breathe this air, we itch the spot on our back that we cannot reach with the help of others or by using a certain item. We want more. I'm not sure when it will be my breaking point of wanting to live more, but living in Kipnuk where we are the back tooth where inflation is our yellow plaque slowly rotting us. I don't get how we struggle to even get paid enough to make it to bethel one way. I can go on forever buddy. I'm negative nancy tonight. This is the stuff that will smell funny. It's real shit that the back of your mind doesn't want to tell you until it's too late. It's the ex that stops talking to you, it's the cold dark nights with booze in the air and looking at the homeless person that hits you-- it's so dark. Idk, it's the-- giving the homeless person gatorade and hot water with tea lately. It's the-- giving the elder, whose grown ass son that doesn't give her rats ass, a ride home where her son suddenly finally starts helping and she thanks you. When is God coming? I'm not sure. Fuck.

[onemanwondering]

“Please leave my computer alone.. I only like cookies when I can eat them.” ― Heather Wolf, Kipnuk the Talking Dog

[thepersonalwords]

Sometimes it can be really rough, but I believe if we love one another more, we can help to share the burdens and make the world a better place.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk's Joke Book for Kiddies

[thepersonalwords]

With just a little drop of kindness you can water a whole garden.

Heather Wolf, Kipnuk's Joke Book for Kiddies