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| breathe. smile. laugh. dance. sleep. kiss. run. sing. think. dream. live. love. groove. draw. write. be. |
| the honest fucking truth? i'm not as creative, or as smart, or as attractive, or as unique, or as real as you'd like me to be. i'm alot like everyone else; but everyone has differences and that's why i'm similar. i try when i want to try, and i don't when i don't. i learn from mistakes, and i don't like to regret. live & love. live & learn. i try not to hold back. i will forever and always be a hopeless romantic. it's in my fucking blood. i want to believe i have a free spirit. i know i'm down to earth. non materialistic. money doesn't buy happiness, people do. money will buy a cute pair of shoes that will end up hurting my feet the first time i wear them anyway. i've been hurt and heartbroken. it's a pattern, but i'm learning to recognize it. i laugh. alot. sometimes too much, about things that aren't all that funny. it's not a coping mechanism and it's not something i do when i'm nervous. i just like to find humor in all that i am and all that i do. i'm silly and sassy and goofy. i'm unusual, mostly in a good way. i can be shy and i can be outgoing. it depends on my mood. i'm friendly but i don't go out of my way. i can talk your ear off. but i can also appreciate the rarity of complete silence. i'm intelligent and witty. i can articulate. or i can be vague as hell. i'm emotionally strong, but i feel everything in the depths of my being and that tends to make me emotionally fraigle. i've learned to be comfortable and confident and beautiful. it took experiences to become who and what i am. it's an ongoing project. imagine that. |
| "true understanding is deeper in meaning than mere words, and is important for it's result, not petty rhetoric. those who can verbalize their happiness have little happiness to speak of." |
| i wish i could find inspiration day to day. i'd write endless amounts of words, and i'd never get lonely or tired or bored. i'd find random sunflowers on my doorstep, love notes hidden in my fridge, and chocolate mints on my pillow. i'd never run out of shampoo or toilet paper. the dishes would wash themselves, and my laundry would be clean and wrinkle free. i'd have time to decorate picture frames, and paint my nails a different color every day. i'd wear flip flops in the snow, and sleep in cozy fuzzy socks every night. i'd wear old tattered jeans, and t-shirts without bras. i would make my own silver jewelry. i could fall in love every hour, and random displays of affection wouldn't be hard to find. i'd be pierced and tattooed with one outfit, and my plain old virgin skin with the next. i'd have an ongoing bonfire in a gigantic backyard, with grass that i'd never have to cut and flowers that i'd never have to water. i'd run and wouldn't ever be winded. i'd sing outloud. i'd dream about vacations to paris and italy. i'd wake up and find myself there. i'd find beauty in my every surrounding, and i'd be inspired by even the smallest, most insignifant detail. |