May 2011
18 posts
I feel
ready, willing, adventurous, validated, challenged, vindicated, happy, crazy, beautiful, and unworthy whenever I’m around you.
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Compare
where you are to where you want to be and you’ll get nowhere.
When I was a kid
I always wanted a tiger. A siberian tiger.
I want to do something crazy
and memorable this summer. Nothing out of this world, but maybe it’s about time to let my guard down a bit. Maybe it’s been a long time coming that I let my hair down and have a little fun, and let go a bit.
“Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who...”
– Anonymous
I feel sexy
lounging around in nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants.
I always forget how great summer is.
How could someone dislike the only time when it’s acceptable to be flirtatious, carefree, experimental, crazy, wild, free, and yourself? A time full of bonfires, new friends, small flings, serious relationships, parties, and fun. A period of time when the stakes are so low that chances can be taken and caution can be thrown to the wind.
I just want to start walking
take the scenic route and see where I end up.
Sarcasm.
It gets me every time.
I don't know
if you read, if you drink, what you eat, if you dance, if you write, if you play chess, whether you enjoy basketball or football, or where you’ve vacationed. But I know someday we’ll share books and drinks, I’ll cook for you, I’ll read all you write, I’ll challenge my mind, watch sports, and go anywhere with you. If that’s what fate tells us.
Without you
I’d be a weak, inconsistent, unrealistic, irresponsible, unattractive, unlovable, inconsiderate, untalented, illogical, dimwitted, immature, useless, complicated, disrespectful, uncoordinated, reclusive, self-centered, rude, emotional wreck of a quitter.
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I laugh
because I don’t know what to say or do. You are intimidating in the most attractive way possible.
I had my first anxiety attack
and I hated it. I couldn’t breathe. My mind was racing. I started crying and couldn’t stay put. I really hope it doesn’t become a habit.
I say I want to quit
every day. But I never actually want to quit. Why? Because I am absolutely in love with each and every ache and pain and whine that comes from me doing what I do.
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