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.

fridays just might be my favorite

it is summer. it has been summer. but today feels most like it. brandon will be home in an hour and a half, it is still morning time (the best time), and i've got my outfit planned out for today.

weather's lovely, temperature's just right, and there's a left over crepe to heat for breakfast!

even though i am behind schedule (haven't actually put on my planned outfit yet...) i have a good feeling that today will be the best day of this week because i woke up like this:


and will go to sleep tonight feeling like this:


always good to have you home, dear. :)

yesterday's m-day

my mom often makes me cry


not so much from anything bad she did or said,

but because i am so thankful that she will have me as her daughter :)

smile

i don't get distracted very easily when reading at the park, but i will sometimes take a break from my book just to look up for a bit. i'm thankful for this little habit because then i would not have noticed the old man swing swing swinging away on the swing set so early on a sunday morning before any noisy children can disrupt what i imagine to be his idea of a happy place.