When I hookup with my TA to get help with my final
I would have no problem with this…especially if it would help me out on my final tomorrow.
Love. Hate. Such a fine line.
happy & shiny
Maybe it’s this expectation of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state of bliss, the more confused we get to the point where we don’t recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling, trying to be the happy people we once were until eventually it hits us…it’s been there all along. Not in dreams or hopes, but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar.
Hello 2012.
First, thank you for an amazing NYE. It was lovely to drink excessively with friends and start the year off with a slew of new experiences.
Secondly, thanks for introducing me to The Hunger Games book saga. Seriously, can’t put them down.
Finally, thanks for making sure I’m open to new experiences. Open mind, open heart, open spirit. (Obviously, I’m still a typical over-analyst of all life’s experiences, including the newest ones I’ve had so far this year.)
I’m sure the drama will continue in no time. Until then, xoxo
tears.
“crying doesn’t indicate that you’re weak.
Since birth, it has always been a sign that you’re alive.”
Breakin Up - Rilo Kiley
“I’m too tense to dance.
My problem is I’m sleeping with a man who’s dating.
That’s my problem.
I mean if I had any sense at all I would break up with the break up sex.
There would be no more break up sexing.
If I had any sense..”
Better off.
Don’t get so excited, you’re likely to hurt yourself.
You’re head looks disproportionate from pushing too hard to believe
You’re not wrong, just better off thinking it was only love.
It hurts like a splinter stuck in your foot
And you’ve tried, but can’t get it out.
And of course, you walk in the heat for miles.
You forget the pain, but it comes back after a while.
You’re not wrong, just better off thinking it was only love.
“When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”
friends how?
“You’re not my friend.
Yes I am. Well I could be. I’m a very good friend.
No we can’t be friends.
We could be friends. You’d be lucky to have me.
How? How can we be friends?”
boy paradox.
You go out dancing hard in those 4 1/2 inch heels with a one inch platform in the front. You come home, your feet hurt so badly that you take a hot shower and put an ice pack on them. The shoes actually hurt so badly that you took them off and walked in your socks on the sidewalk to your car. Taking the shoes off really didn’t help the pain at all either. You need a boyfriend to massage your feet before bed — that would be the ultimate cure.
BUT… maybe you wouldn’t have needed to be wearing the sexy shoes all night and dancing so hard if you had a boyfriend. You can do it both ways, but most of the time it doesn’t work out like that. Either you’re looking sexy for the world to see and rockin’ the ensemble, or you’re doing it for one person & probably not trying as hard. At least not hard enough to think the pain is worth it. (Here’s a clue, it’s not.)
You don’t want the boyfriend so you can dance & wear the shoes. But you need him for the massage. Let’s get real paradoxical.
An exhibition of the small things in my life that help me be a better person.
