As we're getting older, meeting new people, forming relationships while trying to maintain our old friendships, the question still comes up: what do you do when your friend dates someone you despise? I understand that there is a certain level of friendship guideline where you truly have no right to have an opinion- you should be happy that they're ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think we forget that every person that we meet impacts us in a particular way. For many, it's simply material, outward ways in which we are affected; the way we walk, the clothes we like to wear, and the certain hairstyles that we wish we could achieve. I think that it's strange realizing the impact below the surface though... political ( Read more... )

I've been pretty sick. I'm not sure quite what's wrong with me, but it doesn't keep me from feeling roller coaster emotions. However, this time, I feel like I'm a spectator to this roller coaster, watching from the sidelines. I'm not up to par yet, and it's been a week since I got sick. Why won't it go away?

The wings are going to win the Stanley ( Read more... )

Where is the borderline between observing the past, mindfully drinking it up, and using it to our present benefit- versus living in the past, wishing we were there? I've learned quite a few things lately. I'm not sure if I get them from the people that I talk to, or the old journals I've been reading, or the lack of people I talk to. It seems quite ( Read more... )

To me, emotion is rounded. If you block one feeling out, all of the others are only partial... incomplete.

The most beautiful person I know wrote in a letter to me, "your capacity to feel utter joy must be tempered with these times of intense pain."

Why starve yourself from feeling certain emotions just for protection? Life is too short.

So before school ended, I got strangely home sick. I missed my dad and the sun and the stretches of land and the woods.

Now that I'm home, I miss Marshall. I miss the bonfires and the flowers and the sidewalks. I miss the people and the lakes and climbing trees after my bed time. I miss laying on the ground and talking about love, burnt marshmallows ( Read more... )

She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.

And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.

And she would change ( Read more... )

Most of the time, the person that I think I am is really just all in my head. I feel like I'm this person, wholely sound in mind and ways, but then I think if I were to actually meet myself, I'd be someone completely different ( Read more... )

No, he's not "that guy" in a good way. He's the one that is so cool and intensely beautiful one second, then completely oblivious and disconnected the next, to the point where I'm feeling like he's almost bipolar. He's the one that always gets the best parts of me when he seems so into me, then gets that weird awkward stage after, when he recoils ( Read more... )

Here is college-land, things go so much differently. Here I am learning about my passions, my capabilities, myself more than anything. I just wish that I could make a particular person see that I'm worthy of sharing it.

He's a beautiful person, the one that I want in my life. His personality is the combination of all of those great guys you've ( Read more... )