There’s nothing like the moon high in the sky
to remind you that it’s going to be alright.
I don’t get to see many stars in New York City
so when I see a night sky filled with them,
it eases me.
I’d rather count stars than the things
I find wrong with myself, or my own problems.
They say count your blessings but as I grow older,
I forget to pray on most nights.
My brother said he’d rather make people happy
rather than be happier, himself.
I said I couldn’t.
I would never be that good hearted;
as important as it is to be kind to others,
it is just as important to be nice to yourself.
I think I’ve sacrificed a good portion of my own smiles
to satisfy others in the past,
and I don’t have that much time to waste on pleasing them anymore.
Some nights I cry.
Some nights I cannot shed a tear.
Some nights I cannot sleep.
I am awake with the moon,
wasting time until the sun rises to start a new day.
And I keep hoping that a new dawn will bring me a new beginning,
I keep hoping maybe all my worries and problems
will disappear but I know that will never be true.
Night will hit once more,
and it is the same routine all over again.
Good food, good wine, and great views ❤️ (at Eiffel Tower Paris)
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
As August comes to an end, I can’t help but think about the path I didn’t take. I saw an old friend yesterday and she said that she thought I would have been the one that left the Minnesota. But I didn’t.
Back in Spring, I was offered admission and an internship to NYU, into my dream graduate program. I would have been living in one of the most interesting city, poor as hell, but I would have been living. I could have also taken an internship doing what I loved in a small town, while going to grad school at the same time. I could have moved to Seattle. But I didn’t, I didn’t take any of the wonderful opportunities that came my way. Because I was sacred, I couldn’t face my fears, I was selfish, and now I’m living the same life I lived over and over again.
Instead, I choose to run away from my dream. I stay in my hometown, living at home, working a wonderful job in career that is far from my dreams.What if I made a mistake?
As I was looking for my London pictures from 2010, I realize how FAT I gotten in the last five years! I realize that I gained so much weight my senior year of college and have been struggling to lose it without much effort. The last few years out of college, I didn’t gain weight, rather I just kept the 20 pounds I gained during senior year.
I think it’s about time I reclaim my old body, a healthy weight, and more confidence.
Your love burnt through every layer of my skin,
Leaving holes spelling your name across my chest.
I guess I appreciate the scars you left.
It shows I loved.
And I loved hard.
"I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that."
"A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time."
Did I just have up my desk space for a smaller space?
I’m too nice. Let this be a lesson for me.
Series 8 - Deep Breath
I asked my eight year old niece if she had a boyfriend.
Yup! she said cheerily while busying herself with her new Frozen playhouse. His name is Jake.
Ohh, I like that name. Is he nice?
After some consideration she answered, Uhhhh, I guess he’s okay.
I plopped down next to her and picked…
Everytime I watch the part where Clara answers her phone to hear 11th Doctor one last time…
Emotion when you hear his voice:
To when he finally says goodbye:
Good show Moffat, good show. I finally got that out now.