Go Forth With Confidence

Disappointment.

Sometimes it’s the hardest thing in your life that makes you a stronger person.

Sometimes it’s that breach of trust that makes you wake up.

Sometimes it’s the time when you were fooled into thinking that you were something special, when you knew the whole time that you were just another person.

Sometimes it’s a stark realization that makes everything seem more clear.

I am not just another person though. I’m supposed to be more than that. 

But why does it still feel that way?
Why does it upset me to see how you used to shamelessly hit on other girls even when we were together? Those weren’t how they seemed, right? You’re so different now, right? I’ve changed you, right?

But as they say, old habits die hard. I’m still pretty keen on that concept.

George Bailey: What is it you want Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.Mary: I’ll take it. Then what?George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see … and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… am I talking to much? I watch this every Christmas Eve with my family. :]

George Bailey: What is it you want Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary.
Mary: I’ll take it. Then what?
George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see … and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… am I talking to much?

I watch this every Christmas Eve with my family. :]

(Source: isabellaps, via crudities)

“You’re why I smile, you’re why I cry happy tears, you’re my utopia away from the world. I get lost in your eyes and feel the safest when I’m with you. It would kill me to lose you. Like, literally. You’re my heart. You can’t live without your heart.” —Clayton Storm

“You’re why I smile, you’re why I cry happy tears, you’re my utopia away from the world. I get lost in your eyes and feel the safest when I’m with you. It would kill me to lose you. Like, literally. You’re my heart. You can’t live without your heart.”
—Clayton Storm

#OccupyWallStreet

This paper is kicking my ass right now. . 

Procrastinating=No bueno.  Good thing I’m writing about something I actually am interested in, otherwise this would be like pulling teeth. 

#OccupyWallStreet

^Become enlightened.

It’s almost one and I can’t sleep. Not for a bad reason, though. I can’t sleep because I just keep thinking about everything. My life seems to be so great right now and I plan on keeping it that way for quite some time. I have wonderful friends, a super supportive family, and my bestfriend as my boyfriend. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He keeps me level-headed. I love him with every fiber of my being.
I’m ready to graduate and begin college and gain new experiences and knowledge. I’m ready to grow and and discover more about myself… But until then, I’m perfectly content remaining content.


Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. .


CW

The Beginnings of Winter.

I can always tell when the seasons change, because I start it get sick. It begins with a sore throat, advances into a stuffy nose, and the last note of the broken chord always chimes in with  that gross, sick taste you get in your mouth. You know the one I’m talking about, where your breath feels hot and heavy, like you could cut it with a knife and you wonder how the humidity and stuffiness of Florida managed to follow you back and get caught inside of your lungs when you’ve only been there twice… You wonder why the bad parts of the atmosphere chose to attach itself to you, rather than the deep, rich sunsets or the brisk scent of the ocean breeze. 

But really, all I want is Benadryl. I mean, as the saying goes, “Give me Benadryl or give me death”  … .Or, well, something like that…