nothing nice to say

so won't say anything at all


jk. kinda. not sure.

i don't know if it is because i am pms-ing, or if everyone just coincidentally seems to be doing just the thing to upset me today.

the heat doesn't help either ):

i am currently upstairs and just found an ant crawling on my leg. any ant spotted on any second-story floor must have gone through one helluva trek to get there. that blows my mind!

the most of me

when alone in public,
i'm most comfortable hiding behind my glasses with my hands in my pockets.

i'm most genuine and sincere,
with those that return the same kind of honesty.

i'm mostly attracted to people that only walk the walk,
and almost never talk the talk.

i mostly surround myself with good people,
'cause that's what you need in order for the good times to roll

i'm most fuzzy and warm,
when i finish an amazing book, or an equally heart-warming movie

i'm most confident about my work,
if nobody watches me do anything.

i'm most myself when i keep the world at arm's length,
and most happy when i multitask the above mentioned while holding brandon's hand.


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something i wrote 2 years ago ~
is it bad that my views haven't changed much since then? o.o

soothing

I am strong because I am weak.
I am beautiful because I know my flaws.
I am a lover because I am a fighter.
I am fearless because I have been afraid.
I am wise because I have been foolish.
…and I can laugh because I’ve known sadness.

~ unknown

time time time time

hurry up the healing already

'cause it's you and me and everyone we know

as a design/semi-art student, expression of emotions places pretty high on the list of Things I Believe In - Forrealzies. when overjoyed, i want to document it through a drawing or written journal entries. when disappointed, i have an even greater urge to write... but strangely enough, an even greater greater urge to fight against it.

i am hesitant to ever write publicly about anything that breaks my heart. to write from a broken heart means to want to send a negative message out about someone who'd done did u dirty. as big of a fan i am of people who embrace their vulnerability through expression, i am an even bigger fan of reminding yourself that you still love these people (no matter how much they may disappoint), and tarnishing their image isn't exactly the best way to show that.

i may look back on these moments and kick myself for not working with this "artistic gold", but i'd much rather just have a few less journal pages to be regretful for than the guilt and much burdening pain of hurting someone's feelings.