& felt like saying ( Read more... )

The difference this time is that I'm not falling in love with my sadness. Guess that means I'm growing.

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I used to mourn and grieve and just simmer with the sorrow but now I'm pushing past it because now I want something more.

And when the nightmare really does unfold, perspective is a lovely hand to hold.
I think it's really sad, what we do to each other. I think it's so sad that friends can love each other and then become strangers and then not know how to be with one another. I think it's stupid, what we let fear do. I think it's heartbreaking, what we let ourselves ( Read more... )

I have more theories about you and me than I do about Inception.

You never realize what you're grateful for until you're looking at things in hindsight.

Thank you...

1. For never being inappropriate with me. Ever.
2. For all those times you picked me up and dropped me home.
3. Because in college, you would set aside some of your allowance for our dates. <3 (Well, that's what you told me ( Read more... )

Savannah
Our backs supported by a hammock
We sum up perfection like a handbook
And God knows it all too wellSavannah is my favorite song on the Forget and Not Slow Down album. There's nothing particularly special about the song, no profundity, no deep philosophical lyric. Matthew Thiessen just goes on and on about Savannah, not a person but a ( Read more... )

Even after all this time, I still think that LJ is the place I can be my most honest self ( Read more... )

Okay, okay. I get it.

I just went through a whole bunch of my LJ entries. And by bunch, I mean the entries spanning from now til 2005. And here is my late night epiphany: I am whiney. About the same things. Over and over again. It's ANNOYING. Let me say it again: I am whiney. And annoying. And I should stop ( Read more... )

I haven't written here in a long time. After Tumblr viciously stole my heart, I never felt the need to. Well, not until tonight. I realize that LJ is still my safeplace. It is where I have unapologetically spilled my heart out to a nameless faceless public without fear or reservation. I still tiptoe around Tumblr a lot. Mostly because the audience ( Read more... )

Isabel, stop it.

You are beautiful. You are enough. You don't have to prove anything.
Just be.

Love yourself.

Love,
Yourself