because i am freaking out about everything due tomorrow and losing my mind in between a bombardment of words i want to completely runaway from right now (trust, commitment, forgiveness, intimacy, passion, compromise, sex, love) and french vocabulary, i am posting in here obsessively
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I love your strength and how you are so outwardly honest with everything you write. I also love your spirit that shines through all your words.
(I have Jessica Simpson moments all the time)
My dream.. A crazy dream, a beautiful dream- I don't know which it is. But my dream is to be discovered somewhere singing or acting or just walking down the street. And to become a star who can inspire people all the time and feel comfortable and help other people to feel comfortable.
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i often wish of having a one best friend. or even a few friends who always want to be around me and who i always want to be around. where i am not constantly thinking that i am last in their thoughts.
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i finally realized that i may very well get to go to university in the city of made and broken dreams, and this makes my heart swell. you'd be so proud of me.
edit: that time, when i walked out on your porch with a cup of coffee in my pajamas on that morning in may and all i could see was sunshine and mountains, i wanted to cry. i wanted to stay there forever, and someday, maybe, we should do that; find a place and live near mountains together and own a thousand dobermans.
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my dream? i just want to be happy, dammit. someday i'll achieve that.
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yesterday i developed pictures that are three and a half months old. one of them was of the back two girls walking. one girl with blonde hair in a ponytail, the other red up in a bun. the day was gorgeously sunny & the leaves a perfect shade of green against the red bricks of the little manhattan shops. all i could think about was how it was only the night before that had been one the most amazing nights of my life, only minutes after seeing them get out of that cab in times square, & only hours before the big blackout. this all made me cry because i knew i'd never get it back. it was the perfect combination of pure joy & saddness. the kind of day that makes you realize what the world is & helps ( ... )
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