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the way i see it, you can bitch about the weather, about the annoying people you’re friends with on facebook who post bitchy statuses, about your job, about your apartment, about the city you live in, about your boyfriend, about your friends, about anything at all really.
or you can take what you are given, and make it into something wonderful.
@6 months ago with 10 notes
“I think I need to write again. I need to feel words roll through my brain and hesitate at my lips and then fall down out of my fingers and into the blank foggy space stretching ahead of me. Because lately there’s just so much blank space out there and the fog is getting thicker and I lost my lantern and I’m thinking and thinking and thinking about each step, analyzing every consequence that can arise from this small nudge of my cumbersome leaden feet against the earth below me.”
![Today was pretty lovely. Also sad in many ways.
But I think I enjoyed myself more thoroughly than I have in a while. Maybe it’s because I let myself. I have new theories on letting oneself be happy without worry or stress or anxiety or general bullshit. It’s just hard for me to let go sometimes.
My lunch was super delicious though. Delightful in a plethora of ways.
And then I witnessed an epic puppy play date (two Boston terriers, an out of breath bijou, and a tiny little mop of a shi tzu [sp?])
And then hustled some friends into seeing twilight: breaking dawn with me (accompanied by a couple of spiked slurpees) I felt rambunctious and wild. Weird.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt7vi8qmQY1qzdyg3o1_400.png)
Today was pretty lovely. Also sad in many ways.
But I think I enjoyed myself more thoroughly than I have in a while. Maybe it’s because I let myself. I have new theories on letting oneself be happy without worry or stress or anxiety or general bullshit. It’s just hard for me to let go sometimes.
My lunch was super delicious though. Delightful in a plethora of ways.
And then I witnessed an epic puppy play date (two Boston terriers, an out of breath bijou, and a tiny little mop of a shi tzu [sp?])
And then hustled some friends into seeing twilight: breaking dawn with me (accompanied by a couple of spiked slurpees) I felt rambunctious and wild. Weird.
i always envy men the ease with which they can get dressed in the morning (…well, SOME men).
guys look so good in something as simple as a nice white tee, crisp slim (i didn’t say skinny) jeans, and a nice pair of sneakers. even sweatpants of the right cut can look delicious styled this simple way.
if i was a dude i’d dress this way every day.
and maybe, as a not-dude, i’ll start dressing this way anyway..
i used to pretend i was a mermaid when i was younger. i’d stay in the ocean or pool or lake or wherever we were so long all my fingers and toes would be pruny, and my parents still had to practically drag me out of the water. i would test my underwater abilities, focusing on looking at the underwater world all around me until i was literally forced to the surface for air.. but i would just gulp down a deep breath and submerge myself again.
i still kind of wish i was a mermaid.
when something of this magnitude happens it feels like everyone should pause with you. like when your heart stops beating everyone should stop moving until it’s better, or over.
i remember taking the bus after my father had passed and i dropped my gum wrapper on the ground by accident and this woman who was sitting down said to me (snottily), “are you gonna pick that up? or just litter everyone’s space?” and i remember first thinking, “listen cunt, my father just died i don’t have to pick up ANYTHING” and then thinking, ‘how can you not see the heartbreak written across my face? how can my visage not penetrate your shallow, catty motive and touch your soul? i am dying inside, and my heart is broken, how can you act like the world isn’t ending?’
but i guess at the end of the day that’s the lesson we all have to learn. that life goes on, and the world keeps spinning, and all we can do is hold onto our memories. and learn to let go.
@2 years agothe way i see it, you can bitch about the weather, about the annoying people you’re friends with on facebook who post bitchy statuses, about your job, about your apartment, about the city you live in, about your boyfriend, about your friends, about anything at all really.
or you can take what you are given, and make it into something wonderful.
![Today was pretty lovely. Also sad in many ways.
But I think I enjoyed myself more thoroughly than I have in a while. Maybe it’s because I let myself. I have new theories on letting oneself be happy without worry or stress or anxiety or general bullshit. It’s just hard for me to let go sometimes.
My lunch was super delicious though. Delightful in a plethora of ways.
And then I witnessed an epic puppy play date (two Boston terriers, an out of breath bijou, and a tiny little mop of a shi tzu [sp?])
And then hustled some friends into seeing twilight: breaking dawn with me (accompanied by a couple of spiked slurpees) I felt rambunctious and wild. Weird.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt7vi8qmQY1qzdyg3o1_250.png)
when something of this magnitude happens it feels like everyone should pause with you. like when your heart stops beating everyone should stop moving until it’s better, or over.
i remember taking the bus after my father had passed and i dropped my gum wrapper on the ground by accident and this woman who was sitting down said to me (snottily), “are you gonna pick that up? or just litter everyone’s space?” and i remember first thinking, “listen cunt, my father just died i don’t have to pick up ANYTHING” and then thinking, ‘how can you not see the heartbreak written across my face? how can my visage not penetrate your shallow, catty motive and touch your soul? i am dying inside, and my heart is broken, how can you act like the world isn’t ending?’
but i guess at the end of the day that’s the lesson we all have to learn. that life goes on, and the world keeps spinning, and all we can do is hold onto our memories. and learn to let go.
