God’s artwork for everyone to see.
a beautiful fuery.
my life seemed perfect, fun, complete. But that was before I came to realize what, or who, it was missing. Without this girl my life couldnt be truly wonderful. She brings me joy with every foreign word. Her language, whether real or fake, brightens my day. She influences how I act more ways than most could know. I am changed because of her, and wouldnt have it any other way. I have found a best friend in who I have come to love so quickly. She is the perfect example of why change in life is always a good thing. This friendship with a model who is oh so good at art all started with an awkward dance to catch me, and has lead to her being held so dear to my heart.
sunshine makes me happy
I have always known that the weather effects my mood, which is why I chose to go to college in San Diego, California. It doesnt matter how my day goes, or how stressful the upcoming week is as long as its sunny, because then nothing else seems to matter. I can spend my day in the sun, accomplishing what I need to, without a single care in the world. I always feel more motivated. Whether thats the sun or the realization that summer is coming so quickly and I have little time until I will be in hardly any clothing for several months in a row. Thats a motivator right there! Sunny days such as today, mixed with some endorphins and the wonderful people in my life is all it takes to make my life
we say so many everyday arranged into sentences that narrate our lives. they hold so much power and yet are so easy to make up. one can simply arrange random words to make up a sentence that holds no value at all, at least not to themself. this is why its so easy to be hurt. as a girl, i replay conversations, the words said by another, over and over in my head. i can place such emphasis and meaning on something that was just a strand of words flowing out of their mouth. i take them to mean what i want them to mean, when in reality.. they were just said to make me happy.
i cannot wait to be in Europe.
seeing the few days left until i leave is the perfect motivation…
i am happy being me…
but there is so much i wish i was…
when i walk into ben franklin’s i wish i was artistic
when i get on tumblr i wish to be poetic
when i read magazines all i wish to be is perfect…
that will never happen.